Arm the obdured breast with stubborn patience as with triple steel.
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
What is dark within me, illumine.
Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.
A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses
When complaints are freely heard, deeply considered and speedily reformed, then is the utmost bound of civil liberty attained that wise men look for.