O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere.
Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.
You can make hell out of heaven and heaven out of hell. It's all in the mind.
Execute their airy purposes.
Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.
We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once; and that was to drive profane ones out of his Temple, not to force them in.