With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.

Him that yon soars on golden wing, guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne, the Cherub Contemplation.

To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.

What is dark within me, illumine.

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.

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.

Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.