The law of heaven and earth is life for life.
Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.
As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands.
And life 's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.
Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.