Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.

When language in common use in any country becomes irregular and depraved, it is followed by their ruin and degradation. For what do terms used without skill or meaning, which are at once corrupt and misapplied, denote but a people listless, supine, and ripe for servitude?

And yet on the other hand unless warinesse be us'd, as good almost kill a Man as kill a good Book; who kills a Man kills a reasonable creature, Gods Image, but hee who destroyes a good Booke, kills reason it selfe, kills the Image of God, as it were in the eye.

The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?-thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?