Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise

Such sober certainty of waking bliss.

Danger will wink on opportunity.

It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.

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

The spirit of man, which God inspired, cannot together perish with this corporeal clod.

What wisdom can there be to choose, what continence to forbear without the knowledge of evil? He that can apprehend and consider vice with all her baits and seeming pleasures, and yet abstain, and yet distinguish, and yet prefer that which is truly better, he is the true wayfaring Christian.