These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.

Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.

The Tree of Knowledge grew fast by, Knowledge of Good bought dear by knowing ill.

Then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A Paradise within thee, happier far.

Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air?

He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem.

Fame is the last infirmity of the human mind.