Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.

My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth.

Where shame is, there is also fear.

Next, to make them expert in the usefullest points of grammar; and withal to season them and win them early to the love of virtue and true labour, ere any flattering seducement or vain principle seize them wandering, some easy and delightful book of education would be read to them; whereof the Greeks have store, as Cebes, Plutarch, and other Socratic discourses.

No worthy enterprise can be done by us without continual plodding and wearisomeness to our faint and sensitive abilities.

The pious and just honoring of ourselves may be thought the fountainhead from whence every laudable and worthy enterprise issues forth.

Let her (Truth) and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?