So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far.
Execute their airy purposes.
So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;Evil,be thou my good.
No man who knows aught, can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free.
To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.
Heav'nly love shall outdoo Hellish hate