O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere.

Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.

It is lawful and hath been held so through all ages for any one who have the power to call to account a tyrant or wicked king, and after due conviction to depose and put him to death.

God is thy law, thou mine.

Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy.

Goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.