He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.

Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.

When language in common use in any country becomes irregular and depraved, it is followed by their ruin and degradation. For what do terms used without skill or meaning, which are at once corrupt and misapplied, denote but a people listless, supine, and ripe for servitude?

Among the writers of all ages, some deserve fame, and have it; others neither have nor deserve it; some have it, not deserving it; others, though deserving it, yet totally miss it, or have it not equal to their deserts.

Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame,-nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.

See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing.

Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb, counseled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth, not peace.