Most Men Admire Virtue Who Follow Not

How Oft, In Nations Gone Corrupt, And By Their Own Devices Brought Down To Servitude, That Man Chooses Bondage Before Liberty. Bondage With Ease Before Strenuous Liberty.

And Storied Windows Richly Dight, Casting A Dim Religious Light.

I Will Point Ye Out The Right Path Of A Virtuous And Noble Education; Laborious Indeed At First Ascent, But Else So Smooth, So Green, So Full Of Goodly Prospect, And Melodious Sounds On Every Side, That The Harp Of Orpheus Was Not More Charming.

A Death-like Sleep, A Gentle Wafting To Immortal Life.

They Also Serve Who Only Stand And Wait.