Long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light.

Nor aught availed him now to have built in heaven high towers; nor did he scrape by all his engines, but was headlong sent with his industrious crew to build in hell.

Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.

In God's intention, a meet and happy conversation is the chiefest and noblest end of marriage.

Virtue that wavers is not virtue, but vice revolted from itself, and after a while returning. The actions of just and pious men do not darken in their middle course.

Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.

Yet hold it more humane, more heav'nly, first, By winning words to conquer willing hearts, And make persuasion do the work of fear.