Freely we serve, because freely we love.
Where shame is, there is also fear.
God is thy law, thou mine.
We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once; and that was to drive profane ones out of his Temple, not to force them in.
Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.
Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.