Laws can discover sin, but not remove it
Virtue, which breaks through opposition and all temptation can remove, most shines, and most is acceptable above.
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.
Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.
Luck is the residue of design.
My heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.