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Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law.
- [Civil Disobedience]
Midnight brought on the dusky hour friendliest to sleep and silence.
Mine eyes he closed, but open left the cell of Fancy, my immortal sight.
Morn, waked by the circling hours, with rosy hand unbarred the gates of light.
Most men admire virtue who follow not her lore.
Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.
My heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.
Nations grow corrupt, love bondage more than liberty; bondage with ease than strenuous liberty.
Never can true reconcilement grow
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep.
Next, to make them expert in the usefullest points of grammar; and withal to season them and win them early to the love of virtue and true labour, ere any flattering seducement or vain principle seize them wandering, some easy and delightful book of education would be read to them; whereof the Greeks have store, as Cebes, Plutarch, and other Socratic discourses.
No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.
No thought of flight,
None of retreat, no unbecoming deed
That argued fear; each on himself relied,
As only in his arm the moment lay
No worthy enterprise can be done by us without continual plodding and wearisomeness to our faint and sensitive abilities.
Nothing lovelier can be found
In woman, than to study household good,
And good works in her husband to promote.
Night with her sullen wing to double-shade
The desert; fowls in their clay nests were couch'd,
And now wild beasts came forth, the woods to roam.
Now had night measured, with her shadowy cone, half-way up hill this vast sublunar vault.
Now purer air
Meets his approach, and to the heart inspires
Vernal delight and joy, able to drive
All sadness but despair: Now gentle gales
Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense
Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole
Those balmy spoils.
O execrable son! so to aspire
Above his brethren, to himself assuming
Authority usurped, from God not given.
He gave us only over beast, fish, fowl,
Dominion absolute; that right we hold
By his donation; but man over men
He made not lord; such title to himself
Reserving, human left from human free.
O fairest of creation! last and best
Of all God's works! creature in whom excell'd
Whatever can to sight or thought form'd
Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet!
O goodness! that shall evil turn to good.
O sun! of this great world both eye and soul.
O welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope.
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings.
Oft fairy elves,
Whose midnight revels by a forest side,
Of fountain, some belated peasant sees,
Or dreams he sees, while o'erhead the moor
Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth,
Wheels her pale course, they on their mirth and dance
Intent, with jocund music charm his ear;
At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Oh! why did God, * * * create at last
* * * * *
This novelty on earth, this fair defect
Of nature, and not fill the world at once
With men as angels without feminine.
On the tawny sands and shelves trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
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