All seemed well pleased, all seemed, but were not all.
The first and wisest of them all professed To know this only, that he nothing knew.
Death from sin no power can separate.
Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost.
Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.
When complaints are freely heard, deeply considered and speedily reformed, then is the utmost bound of civil liberty attained that wise men look for.