God shall be all in all.
All hell broke loose.
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.
Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk.
More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues.