And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained?

The very essence of truth is plainness and brightness; the darkness and crookedness is our own. The wisdom of God created understanding, fit and proportionable to truth, the object and end of it, as the eye to the thing visible. If our understanding have a film of ignorance over it, or be blear with gazing on other false glitterings, what is that to truth?

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

Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighboring eyes.

All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.

None But such as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is not delicious To a well-govern'd and wise appetite.

Where all life dies death lives.