But See! Thevirgin Blessed Hath Laid Her

A Boundless Continent, Dark, Waste, And Wild, Under The Frown Of Night Starless Expos'd.

No Worthy Enterprise Can Be Done By Us Without Continual Plodding And Wearisomeness To Our Faint And Sensitive Abilities.

Angels Contented With Their Face In Heaven, Seek Not The Praise Of Men.

Where There Is Much Desire To Learn, There Of Necessity Will Be Much Arguing, Much Writing, For Opinion In Good Men Is But Knowledge In The Making.

I Hate When Vice Can Bolt Her Arguments, And Virtue Has No Tongue To Check Her Pride.