Dark with excessive bright.

Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.

Should God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I feel The Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh, Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy State Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.

Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise. That last infirmity of noble mind. To scorn delights, and live laborious days.

Fear of change perplexes monarchs.

The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.

License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.