With thee conversing I forget all time.
Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper.
Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.
We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once; and that was to drive profane ones out of his Temple, not to force them in.
Praise from an enemy smells of craft.
The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.