"Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of Eev'n or Morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or Summer's Rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine."

"Lords are not to be trusted with the liberty of their own consciences, so little with the liberty of ours."

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

"He who would be a great man, must be a great judge."

"Abashed the devil stood, and felt how awful goodness is."