Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.

Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.

Evil into the mind of god or man may come and go, so unapproved, and leave no spot or blame behind.

In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.

Long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light.

O fairest of creation, last and best Of all God's works, creature in whom excelled Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Defaced, deflow'red, and now to death devote? Paradise Lost

Hope allows us to bid farewell to fear.