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

Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.

He left it in thy power, ordaind thy will By nature free, not over-rul'd by Fate Inextricable, or strict necessity.

Evil into the mind of god or man may come and go, so unapproved, and leave no spot or blame behind.

So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he.

Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?

His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.