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Tract of Education. I shall detain you no longer in the demonstration of what we should not do, but strait conduct ye to a hill side, where I will point ye out the right path of a very ous and noble education; laborious indeed at the fir. ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodl prospect, and melodious sounds on every side, that tl; harp of Orpheus was not more charming.
Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of vertue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men, and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages.
Areopagitica. Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air calm and pleasant, it were an injury and a sullenness against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and par take in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.
As good almost kill a Man; as kill a good Booke; who kills a Man kills a reasonable creature, God's Image; but he who destroys a good Booke kills reason itselfe. . . .
A good book is the pretious life-blood of a master spirit embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
History of England. Book 1. ad fin. By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travailed through a Region of smooth or idle Dreams, our History now arrives on the Confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at far distance, true colors and shapes.
The Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce. For truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.
Iconoclastes xxiiii. ad fin. For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrower, among good authors is accounted. Plagiare.
Fables from several Authors. Fable 398.
PARADISE REGAINED. Book iii. Line 56. Of whom to be dispraised were no small praise.
Book iv. Line 240. Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.
Book iv. Line 2 67.
Bookiv. Line 330.
Line 1350. He 's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words, by adding fuel to the flame?
Line 1695. Tame villatic fowl.
Virtue could see to do what virtue would
Comas — Continued.
By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk.