Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk.

Faithful found among the faithless.

There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.

I will not allow my daughters to learn foreign languages because one tongue is sufficient for a woman.

Now I see Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste.

Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces.

The Tree of Knowledge grew fast by, Knowledge of Good bought dear by knowing ill.