Virtue hath no tongue to check vice's pride.

Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.

For contemplation he and valour formed; / For softness she and sweet attractive grace, / He for God only, she for God in him: / His fair large front and eye sublime declared / Absolute rule.

Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.

Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.

If the will, which in the law of our nature, were withdrawn from our memory, fancy, understanding, and reason, no other hell could equal, for a spiritual being, what we should then feel from the anarchy of our powers. It would be conscious madness,--a horrid thought!

Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.