Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.

And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse

The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either,--black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand.

Where shame is, there is also fear.

The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.

A good principle not rightly understood may prove as hurtful as a bad.

Neither prosperity nor empire nor heaven can be worth winning at the price of a virulent temper, bloody hands, an anguished spirit, and a vain hatred of the rest of the world.