What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support, That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men. 1 Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 22.

It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.

Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.

So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.

To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.

Faithful found among the faithless.

Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise Of conflict.