THE mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n.

From Paradise Lost.

How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh, and crabbed, as dull fools suppose,
But musical, as is Apollo's lute,

And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.

From Comus.

THIS is servitude,

To serve the unwise, or him who hath rebell'd
Against his worthier, as thine now serve thee,
Thy self not free, but to thy self enthrall'd.

From Paradise Lost.

THIS is true liberty, when freeborn men

Having t' advise the public may speak free ; Which he who can, and will, deserves high praise: Who neither can, nor will, may hold his peace,

What can be juster in a state than this?

Translation from Euripides.

MAMMON led them on,

Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell

From heav'n; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more

The riches of heav'n's pavement, trodden gold,

Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd

In vision beatific.