His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.
Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.
To many a youth and many a maid, dancing in the chequer'd shade.
Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.
Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.