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A complete and generous education fits a man to perform justly, skilfully and magnanimously all the offices of peace and war.
Illimitable ocean, without bound,
Without dimension; where length, breadth, and highth,
And time, and place, are lost; where eldest Night
And Chaos--ancestors of Nature, hold
Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise
Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.
A death-like sleep,
A gentle wafting to immortal life.
A dismal, universal hiss, the sound of public scorn.
A fabric huge
Rose, like an exhalation.
A father or a brother may be hated zealously, and loved civilly or naturally.
A good principle not rightly understood may prove as hurtful as a bad.
A universe of death
Where all life dies, death lives, and nature breeds
Perverse, all monstrous, all prodigious things
Abominable, unutterable, and worse
Than fables yet have feign'd, or fear conceived.
Abash'd the devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Virtue in her shape how lovely.
Advise how war may, best upheld, move by her two main nerves, iron and gold.
Airs, vernal airs, breathing the smell of fields and grove, attune the trembling leaves.
All hope is lost of my reception into grace; what worse? For where no hope is left, is left no fear.
All sorts are here that all the earth yields, variety without end.
All was false and hollow, though his tongue
Dropt manna, and could make the worst appear
The better reason.
Among the writers of all ages, some deserve fame, and have it; others neither have nor deserve it; some have it, not deserving it; others, though deserving it, yet totally miss it, or have it not equal to their deserts.
Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; or no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected by them.
And now the thickened sky like a dark ceiling stood; down rushed the rain impetuous.
And what the people but a herd confus'd,
A miscellaneous rabble, who extol
Things vulgar, and, well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise?
They praise, and they admire, they know not what;
And know not whom, but as one leads the other;
And what delight to be by such extoll'd,
To live upon their tongues, and be their talk,
Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise?
And with necessity,
The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deeds.
Angels contented with their face in heaven,
Seek not the praise of men.
Anger and just rebuke, and judgment given,
That brought into this world a world of woe,
Sin and her shadow Death, and Misery,
Apostate, still thou err'st, nor end wilt find
Offering, from the paths of truth remote.
Apt words have power to suage the tumors of a troubled mind.
Arm the obdured breast with stubborn patience as with triple steel.
At His birth a star, unseen before in heaven, proclaims Him come.
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