They who have put out the people's eyes reproach them of their blindness.

Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.

With eyes Of conjugal attraction unreprov'd. Imparadised in one another's arms. With thee conversing I forget all time. And feel that I am happier than I know.

Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.

In Physic, things of melancholic hue and quality are used against melancholy, sour against sour, salt to remove salt humors.

Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise Of conflict.

So shall the world go on, To good malignant, to bad men benign, Under her own weight groaning.