Herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.

Nor turned I ween Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites Mysterious of connubial love refused: Whatever hypocrites austerely talk Of purity and place and innocence, Defaming as impure what God declares Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all.

The liberty of conscience, which above all other things ought to be to all men dearest and most precious.

I will not deny but that the best apology against false accusers is silence and sufferance, and honest deeds set against dishonest words.

My heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.

A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.

To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.