In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.

When a king sets himself to bandy against the highest court and residence of all regal powers, he then, in the single person of a man, fights against his own majesty and kingship.

Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.

The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heav'n.

Just deeds are the best answer to injurious words.

His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.