They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide; They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.

The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.

Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.

Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss

The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.

Apt words have power to suage the tumors of a troubled mind.