His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. Ibid.

Though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously by licensing and prohibiting to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse, in a free and open encounter.

Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces.

Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned union of mind, or in us both one soul.

Solitude is sometimes best society.

The spirits perverse with easy intercourse pass to and fro, to tempt or punish mortals.

It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.