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

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

Wealth and honours, which most men pursue, easily change masters; they desert to the side which excels in virtue, industry, and endurance of toil, and they abandon the slothful.

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

And these gems of Heav'n, her starry train.

Let us no more contend, nor blame each other, blamed enough elsewhere, but strive, In offices of love, how we may lighten each other's burden.

The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground.