As good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
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Come and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe.
What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable Will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what else is not to be overcome?
So farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear, Farewell Remorse: all Good to me is lost; Evil be thou my Good.
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days.
None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license.
Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men.
Good, the more Communicated, more abundant grows.
A grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and discharg'd.
Long is the way And hard, that out of Hell leads up to light.
Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threat'ning to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav'n.
For neither Man nor Angel can discern Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks Invisible, except to God alone.
The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Accuse not Nature, she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.
They also serve who only stand and wait.
His tongue Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason.
To reign is worth ambition though in hell: Better to reign in hell, than serve in heav'n.
Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back onitself recoils.
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 with heaven and earth.
Millions of spiritual Creatures walk the Earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.
Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe.
Peace hath her victories No less renowned than war.
To know That which before us lies in daily life, Is the prime Wisdom; what is more, is fume, Or emptiness, or fond impertinence.
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