Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages.

So shall the world go on, To good malignant, to bad men benign, Under her own weight groaning.

Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.

Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.

The martyrs shook the powers of darkness with the irresistible power of weakness.

Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.

Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.