Enflamed With The Study Of Learning And

Eye Me, Blest Providence, And Square My Trial To My Proportion'd Strength.

How Soon Hath Time, The Subtle Thief Of Youth, Stolen On His Wing My Three-and-twentieth Year!

In Argument With Men A Woman Ever Goes By The Worse, Whatever Be Her Cause.

Opinion In Good Men Is But Knowledge In The Making.

O Fairest Of Creation, Last And Best Of All God's Works, Creature In Whom Excelled Whatever Can To Sight Or Thought Be Formed, Holy, Divine, Good, Amiable, Or Sweet! How Art Thou Lost, How On A Sudden Lost, Defaced, Deflow'red, And Now To Death Devote? Paradise Lost