Death from sin no power can separate.

The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground.

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

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.

Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy.

Seas wept from our deep sorrows.

All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.