Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?
Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.
Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss.
A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.
Solitude is sometimes best society.
Let us no more contend, nor blame each other, blamed enough elsewhere, but strive, In offices of love, how we may lighten each other's burden.