Now I see Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste.

He that can apprehend and consider vice with all her baits and seeming pleasures, and yet abstain, and yet distinguish, and yet prefer that which is truly better, he is the true wayfaring Christian. I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat. Assuredly we bring not innocence into the world, we bring impurity much rather: that which purifies us is trial, and trial is by what is contrary.

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.

Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.

Equally inured by moderation either state to bear, prosperous or adverse.

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!

Nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote.