Laws Can Discover Sin, But Not Remove

For So I Created Them Free And Free They Must Remain.

'paradise Lost' Is One Of The Books Which The Reader Admires And Lays Down, And Forgets To Take Up Again. None Ever Wished It Longer Than It Is.

The Leaf Was Darkish, And Had Prickles On It, But In Another Country, As He Said, Bore A Bright Golden Flow'r, But Not In This Soil; Unknown, And Like Esteem'd, And The Dull Swain Treads On It Daily With His Clouted Shoon.

Consider First, That Great Or Bright Infers Not Excellence.

Beholding The Bright Countenance Of Truth In The Quiet And Still Air Of Delightful Studies.