"Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy!"

"For God, we know, hath bid the man to rule: But in that right, not with a tyrannous hand."

"The greatest part of men are but a rude multitude, and have no more sense of things than children."

"God gave him reason, and he gave him choice; and now he blames God for his own choice."

"For what is more agreeable to the nature of man, than to be free?"