Freely we serve, because freely we love.
Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.
Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers?
O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.
The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; for no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected by them.