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.

Heaven open'd wide Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving.

Danger will wink on opportunity.

Boast not of what thou would'st have done, but do.

Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late.

These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!

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