We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once; and that was to drive profane ones out of his Temple, not to force them in.

We should be wary what persecution we raise against the living labors of public men, how we spill that seasoned life of man, preserved and stored up in books, since we see a kind of homicide may be thus committed, sometimes a martyrdom; and if it extend to the whole impression, a kind of massacre, whereof the execution ends not in the slaying of an elemental life, but strikes at the ethereal and fifth essence, the breath of reason itself; slays an immortality rather than a life.

This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!

In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.

The starry cope Of heaven.

So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he.