Lords are lordliest in their wine.

In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.

Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?

Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be a sin to know? Can it be death?

By a certain fate, great acts, and great eloquence have most commonly gone hand in hand, equalling and honoring each other in the same ages.

But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.

Such joy ambition finds.