And the earth self-balanced on her centre hung.

Those whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme

Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?

If it come to prohibiting, there is aught more likely to be prohibited than truth itself.

No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.

Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.

Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law.