Nothing profits more than self-esteem, grounded on what is just and right.

He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.

Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; for no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected by them.

I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend.

Let none henceforth seek needless cause to approve The faith they owe; when earnestly they seek Such proof, conclude, they then begin to fail.

Virtue hath no tongue to check vice's pride.

Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.