Tears such as angels weep.

Who can in reason then or right assume monarchy over such as live by right his equals, if in power or splendor less, in freedom equal?

Evil, be thou my good.

Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.

Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry.

Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him Eyeless in Gaza at the mill with slaves.

He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.