For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.

Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.

For books are as meats and viands are; some of good, some of evil sub-stance.

Evil into the mind of god or man may come and go, so unapproved, and leave no spot or blame behind.

The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.

How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! How glad would lay me down, as in my mother's lap! There I should rest, and sleep secure.

Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.