Wisdom's self oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, where with her best nurse Contemplation, she plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings that in the various bustle of resort were all to-ruffled, and sometimes impaired.

Solitude is sometimes best society.

Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both.

But infinite in pardon is my Judge.

This manner of writing wherein knowing myself inferior to myself? I have the use, as I may account it, but of my left hand.

Behold now this vast city [London]; a city of refuge, the mansion-house of liberty, encompassed and surrounded with His protection.

My heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.