God is thy law, thou mine.

What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support, That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men. 1 Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 22.

Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.

A crown Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns, Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights To him who wears the regal diadem

In God's intention, a meet and happy conversation is the chiefest and noblest end of marriage.

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

All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.