Solitude is sometimes the best society.
Hail holy light, offspring of heav'n firstborn!
Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb, counseled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth, not peace.
And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.
Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
When complaints are freely heard, deeply considered and speedily reformed, then is the utmost bound of civil liberty attained that wise men look for.