In dim eclipse disastrous twilight sheds / On half the nations, and with fear of change / Perplexes monarchs. |
In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood / Of flutes and soft recorders. |
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 |
Into a Limbo large and broad, since called / The paradise of fools, to few unknown. |
It is not miserable to be blind; it is miserable to be incapable of enduring blindness. |
It was that fatal and perfidious bark / Built in th' eclipse, and rigged with curses dark. |
It was the winter wild, / While the Heaven-born child, / All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies. |
Jealousy is the injured lover's hell |
Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men |
Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all |
Last came, and last did go, / The Pilot of the Galilean lake, / Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain, / (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). |
Laws can discover sin, but not remove it |
Less excellent, as thou thyself perceivest. |
Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane. |
Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live |