“What hath night to do with sleep?”

“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.”

“Heaven is for thee too highTo know what passes there; be lowly wise.Think only what concerns thee and thy being;Dream not of other worlds, what creatures thereLive, in what state, condition, or degree,Contented that thus far hath been revealed.”

“Who overcomesBy force, hath overcome but half his foe.”

“How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!”

“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”

“Here at lastWe shall be free;the Almighty hath not builtHere for his envy, will not drive us hence:Here we may reign secure, and in my choiceTo reign is worth ambition though in Hell:Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.”