Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.
He 's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded, But must be current, and the good thereof Consists in mutual and partaken bliss.
Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?
Nothing profits more than self-esteem, grounded on what is just and right.
And yet on the other hand unless warinesse be us'd, as good almost kill a Man as kill a good Book; who kills a Man kills a reasonable creature, Gods Image, but hee who destroyes a good Booke, kills reason it selfe, kills the Image of God, as it were in the eye.