His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.
Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.
Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.
Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.
All hell broke loose.
So shall the world go on, To good malignant, to bad men benign, Under her own weight groaning.