Arm the obdured breast with stubborn patience as with triple steel.

Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.

The rising world of waters dark and deep.

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.

Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratie, Shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.

He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.

Let us no more contend, nor blame each other, blamed enough elsewhere, but strive, In offices of love, how we may lighten each other's burden.