Make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose. Shakespeare.Macbeth, Act I. Scene 5.
Yet I doubt not through the ages One increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widend With the process of the suns. Tennyson.Locksley Hall, Stanza 69.
The lights of knowledge and religion, of learning human and divine, of letters, science and the arts, have, as by a law of nature, followed the track of the sun. Guthrie.The Gospel in Ezekiel, Chap. ii. Page 39.