So shall the world go on, To good malignant, to bad men benign, Under her own weight groaning.

The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground.

Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.

It is not good that man should be alone. ... Hitherto all things that have been named, were approved of God to be very good: loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good: whether it be a thing, or the want of something, I labour not.

And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.

Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn, on th' Indian steep From her cabin'd loop-hole peep.

All seemed well pleased, all seemed, but were not all.