To live a life half dead, a living death.

Nor turned I ween Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites Mysterious of connubial love refused: Whatever hypocrites austerely talk Of purity and place and innocence, Defaming as impure what God declares Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all.

His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.

Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.

Solitude sometimes is best society.

For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrowers, among good authors is accounted Plagiarè.

Hell has no benefits, only torture.