“And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie,That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.”

“In loving thou dost well, in passion not,Wherein true love consists not: Love refinesThe thoughts, and heart enlarges; hath his seatIn reason, and is judicious”

“So spake Israel's true king, and to the FiendMade answer meet, that made void all his wiles.So fares it, when with truth falsehood contends.”

“how wearisomEternity so spent in worship paidTo whom we hate. Let us not then pursueBy force impossible, by leave obtain'd Unacceptable, though in Heav'n, our stateOf splendid vassalage, but rather seekOur own good from our selves, and from our ownLive to our selves, though in this vast recess,Free, and to none accountable, preferring Hard liberty before the easie yokeOf servile Pomp”

“Father, I do acknowledge and confessThat I this honor, I this pomp have broughtTo Dagon, and advanc’d his praises highamong the Heathen round; to God have broughtDishonor, obloquy, and op’d the mouthsOf Idolists, and Atheists[…]The anguish of my Soul, that suffers notMine eye to harbor sleep, or thoughts to rest.This only hope relieves me, that the strifeWith mee hath end.”

“Yet he who reigns within himself, and rulesPassions, desires, and fears, is more a king.”

“Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.”