Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.

This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.

The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day. Be famous then By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, So let extend thy mind o'er all the world.

Believe and be confirmed.

But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.

The conquer'd, also, and enslaved by war, Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose.

Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.