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

What call thou solitude? Is not the earth with various living creatures, and the air replenished, and all these at thy command to come and play before thee?

Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.

Hate is of all things the mightiest divider, nay, is division itself. To couple hatred, therefore, though wedlock try all her golden links, and borrow to tier aid all the iron manacles and fetters of law, it does but seek to twist a rope of sand.

Virtue that wavers is not virtue, but vice revolted from itself, and after a while returning. The actions of just and pious men do not darken in their middle course.

What is strength without a double share of wisdom?

Suffering for truth's sake Is fortitude to highest victory, And to the faithful death the gate of life.