Should God create another Eve, and IAnother Rib afford, yet loss of theeWould never from my heart; no no, I feelThe Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh,Bone of my Bone thou art, and...

And of the sixth day yet remainedThere wanted yet the master work, the endOf all yet done: a creature who not prone And brute as other creatures but enduedWith sanctity of reason might erect His...

…So little knowsAny but God alone to value rightThe good before him but perverts best thingsTo worst abuse or to their meanest use.

One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.

Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They hand in hand with wand’ring steps and slow,...

Neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible except to God alone.

Freely we serveBecause we freely love, as in our willTo love or not; in this we stand or fall.

In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against Nature not to go out, and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing...

Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep…

No man […] can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free, being the image and resemblance of God himself.

Long is the way and hard, that out of Hell leads up to light.

Luck is the residue of design.

Is it true, O Christ in heaven, that the highest suffer the most?That the strongest wander furthest and most hopelessly are lost?That the mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain?That the anguish of...

But what more oft in Nations grown corrupt,And by thir vices brought to servitude,Than to love Bondage more than Liberty,Bondage with ease than strenuous liberty;

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..

Of four infernal rivers that disgorge/ Into the burning Lake their baleful streams;/Abhorred Styx the flood of deadly hate,/Sad Acheron of sorrow, black and deep;/Cocytus, nam’d of lamentation loud/ Heard on the rueful stream; fierce...

Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav’st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?

Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear

Where glowing embers through the roomTeach light to counterfeit a gloom…

And looks commercing with the skies,Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.

Solitude sometimes is best society.

Awake, arise or be for ever fall’n.

Even the demons are encouraged when their chief is “not lost in loss itself.

They changed their minds, Flew off, and into strange vagaries fell.

Consult…/what reinforcement we may gain from hope,/If not, what resolution from despair.

Gratitude bestows reverence…..changing forever how we experience life and the world.