It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.

What hath night to do with sleep?

There are no songs comparable to the songs of Zion, no orations equal to those of the prophets, and no politics like those which the Scriptures teach.

So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;Evil,be thou my good.

For contemplation he and valour formed; / For softness she and sweet attractive grace, / He for God only, she for God in him: / His fair large front and eye sublime declared / Absolute rule.

Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?-thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?

None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license.