The earth, though in comparison of heaven so small, nor glistering, may of solid good contain more plenty than the sun, that barren shines.

Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.

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.

Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.

Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.