Courage never to submit of yield.

A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.

How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! How glad would lay me down, as in my mother's lap! There I should rest, and sleep secure.

So shall the world go on, To good malignant, to bad men benign, Under her own weight groaning.

Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.

The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.

Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.