"The world was all before them, where to choose their place of rest, and providence their guide."

"Yet not to earth are those bright luminaries lent for show, but to dispense their good."

"Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn."

"For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a progeny of life in them to be as active as that soul whose progeny they are."

"Litigious terms, fat contentions, and flowing fees."