"For liberty hath a sharp and double edge, fit only to be handled by just and virtuous men; to bad and dissolute, it becomes a mischief unwieldy in their own hands."

"Hence, vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested, Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys!"

"For neither do the spirits damned lose all their virtue, lest bad men should boast their specious deeds on earth."

"And in the lowest deep a lower deep still threatening to devour me opens wide, to which the hell I suffer seems a heaven."

"To be still searching what we know not, by what we know, still closing up truth to truth as we find it (for all her body is homogeneal, and proportional), this is the golden rule in theology as well a…"