"The world was all before them, where to choose their place of rest, and providence their guide."

"Whence and what art thou, execrable shape?"

"Chaos umpire sits, and by decision more embroils the fray by which he reigns: next him high arbiter Chance governs all."

"Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of Eev'n or Morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or Summer's Rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine."

"He who hath light within his own clear breast May sit i'th' center, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeo…"