His sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.

Aristotle ... imputed this symphony of the heavens ... this music of the spheres to Pythagorus. ... But Pythagoras alone of mortals is said to have heard this harmony ... If our hearts were as pure, as chaste, as snowy as Pythagoras' was, our ears would resound and be filled with that supremely lovely music of the wheeling stars.

What wisdom can there be to choose, what continence to forbear without the knowledge of evil? He that can apprehend and consider vice with all her baits and seeming pleasures, and yet abstain, and yet distinguish, and yet prefer that which is truly better, he is the true wayfaring Christian.

Indu'd With sanctity of reason.

Justice divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries.

Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.

No man who knows aught, can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free.