Virtue hath no tongue to check vice's pride.
Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to the possessor.
A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses
Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.
Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.
Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.