"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."

"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 measure things by things, and not by names."

"Yet, when I consider that I am not to satisfy the vulgar, but those who are knowing, and lovers of truth, I am encouraged to proceed."

"For what can be more unjust than to throw the blame of a bad cause upon the fault of the first man?"