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

He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem.

My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!

And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.

From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, But rush upon me thronging.

Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.

Hate is of all things the mightiest divider, nay, is division itself. To couple hatred, therefore, though wedlock try all her golden links, and borrow to tier aid all the iron manacles and fetters of law, it does but seek to twist a rope of sand.