All seemed well pleased, all seemed, but were not all.
And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse
Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.
Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?
Neither prosperity nor empire nor heaven can be worth winning at the price of a virulent temper, bloody hands, an anguished spirit, and a vain hatred of the rest of the world.
Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.