Danger will wink on opportunity.
Truth is compared in Scripture to a streaming fountain; if her waters flow not in perpetual progression, they sicken into a muddy pool of conformity and tradition.
Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness.
Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn, on th' Indian steep From her cabin'd loop-hole peep.
Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.
The liberty of conscience, which above all other things ought to be to all men dearest and most precious.