Socrates... Whom well inspir'd the oracle pronounc'd Wisest of men.
The starry cope Of heaven.
Laws can discover sin, but not remove it
Wisdom's self oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, where with her best nurse Contemplation, she plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings that in the various bustle of resort were all to-ruffled, and sometimes impaired.
The martyrs shook the powers of darkness with the irresistible power of weakness.
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.