"He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem; that is, a composition and pattern of the best and honorablest things."

"License they mean when they cry, Liberty! For who loves that, must first be wise and good."

"Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear, With thrice-great Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato to unfold What worlds or what vast regio…"

"For God, we know, hath bid the man to rule: But in that right, not with a tyrannous hand."

"You can make hell out of heaven and heaven out of hell. It's all in the mind."