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So shall the world go on, To good malignant, to bad men benign, Under her own weight groaning.
It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
Knowledge cannot defile, nor consequently the books, if the will and conscience be not defiled.
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.
A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.
But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.
Freely we serve, Because we freely love, as in our will To love or not; in this we stand or fall.
What honour that, But tedious waste of time, to sit and hear So many hollow compliments and lies.
O visions ill foreseen! Better had I Liv'd ignorant of future, so had borne My part of evil only.
O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.
Truth never comes into the world but like a bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her birth.
There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
Evil into the mind of god or man may come and go, so unapproved, and leave no spot or blame behind.
Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn, on th' Indian steep From her cabin'd loop-hole peep.
Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest, Live well; how long, or short, permit to Heaven.
God, who oft descends to visit men Unseen, and through their habitations walks To mark their doings.
All hope is lost of my reception into grace; what worse? For where no hope is left, is left no fear.
So little knows Any, but God alone, but perverts best things To worst abuse, or to their meanest use.
Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?
Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational.
And now without redemption all mankind Must have been lost, adjudged to death and hell By doom severe.
O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!
Time, though in Eternity, applied To motion, measures all things durable By present, past, and future.
I will not allow my daughters to learn foreign languages because one tongue is sufficient for a woman.
With thee goes Thy husband, him to follow thou art bound; Where he abides, think there thy native soil.
The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground.
Suffering for truth's sake Is fortitude to highest victory, And to the faithful death the gate of life.
Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?
Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces.
But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.
Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.
These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.
Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease.
Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb, counseled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth, not peace.
Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
And in their motions harmony divine So smoothes her charming tones, that God's own ear Listens delighted.
Thrones, dominions, princedoms, virtues, powers-- If these magnific titles yet remain Not merely titular.
Let her (Truth) and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?
For neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible, except to God alone.
Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.
Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.
The liberty of conscience, which above all other things ought to be to all men dearest and most precious.
And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
Be strong, live happy and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey, and keep His great command!
God sure esteems the growth and completing of one virtuous person, more that the restraint of ten vicious.
Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out.
Then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A Paradise within thee, happier far.
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Fairy damsels met in forest wide / By knights of Logres, or of Lyones, / Lancelot or Pelleas, or Pellenore.