In this world with starry dome,Floored with gemlike plains and seas,Shall I never feel at home,Never wholly be at ease?
Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness.
Fiat justitia et ruant coeli. Let justice be done, though the heavens may fall. See Ferdinand I 320:1.
And though circuitous and obscureThe feet of Nemesis how sure!
Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.
God, eldest of Poets.