Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit/Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste/Brought death into the world, and all our woe,/With loss of Eden, till one greater Man/Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,/Sing heavenly muse

In contemplation of created things, by steps we may ascend to God.

The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.

For evil news rides post, while good news baits.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

The martyrs shook the powers of darkness with the irresistible power of weakness.

Such sober certainty of waking bliss.