Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.
Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.
So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.
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.
Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers?
Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.