God sure esteems the growth and completing of one virtuous person, more that the restraint of ten vicious.

In those vernal seasons of the year when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.

Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.

He left it in thy power, ordaind thy will By nature free, not over-rul'd by Fate Inextricable, or strict necessity.

First Moloch, horrid king, besmirched in blood, Of Human sacrifice, and parent's tears, Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud, Their childrens' cries unheard, that passed through fire, To his grim idol.

Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?

Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.