And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens take his pleasure.

The earth, though in comparison of heaven so small, nor glistering, may of solid good contain more plenty than the sun, that barren shines.

He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.

Solitude sometimes is best society.

Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.

Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.

Though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously by licensing and prohibiting to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse, in a free and open encounter.