Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb, counseled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth, not peace.

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.

Prudence is the virtue by which we discern what is proper to do under various circumstances in time and place.

And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend.

Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.

That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.

Methought I saw my late espoused saint.