From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, But rush upon me thronging.
His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.
They also serve who only stand and wait.
And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.
Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.