Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; for no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected by them.
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.
Live while ye may, Yet happy pair.
Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.
No war or battle sound Was heard the world around.
The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.