But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return!
Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
Nothing profits more than self-esteem, grounded on what is just and right.
A short retirement urges a sweet return.
Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.
God is thy law, thou mine.