He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.
Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.
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.
It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them.
Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.
Few sometimes may know, when thousands err.