His sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.

Opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making.

The best apology against false accusers is silence.

Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.

Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.

Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.

For so I created them free and free they must remain.

No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.

Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.

Now I see Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste.

There is no truth sure enough to justify persecution.

Come and trip it as ye go On the light fantastic toe.

A man may be ungrateful, but the human race is not so.

Seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books.

For no falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper.

A death-like sleep, A gentle wafting to immortal life.

How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabb

Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.

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

True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves.

The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.

The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kisst.

Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.

Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.

In naked beauty more adorn'd, More lovely than Pandora.

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

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.

The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.

The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.

Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both.

Those whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme

Only this I know, That one celestial father gives to all.

Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.

Part of my soul I seek thee, and claim thee my other half

My heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.

A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.

Let us descend now therefore from this top Of speculation.

What am I pondering, you ask? So help me God, immortality.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

Beyond is all abyss, eternity, whose end no eye can reach.

Be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being.

Consider first, that great or bright infers not excellence.

O fleeting joys Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes!

Who can enjoy alone? Or all enjoying what contentment find?

Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.

Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.

Know thy birth! For dost thou art, and shalt to dust return.

Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.

Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to the possessor.

His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.

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