The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.
He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.
Heaven, the seat of bliss, Brooks not the works of violence and war.
Time is the subtle thief of youth.
The sacred influence of light appears.
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.