Be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being.

A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace, flamed; yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end.

Those whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme

For so I created them free and free they must remain.

Equally inured by moderation either state to bear, prosperous or adverse.

Let her (Truth) and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?

How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns