Th'invention all admir'd, and each, how he to be th'inventor miss'd; so easy it seem'd once found, which yet unfound most would have thought impossible.

None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license.

From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.

To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.

Into this wild Abyss/ The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave--/ Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,/ But all these in their pregnant causes mixed/ Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,/ Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain/ His dark materials to create more worlds,--/ Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend/ Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while,/ Pondering his voyage; for no narrow frith/ He had to cross.

O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.

My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!