"What if the sun be dark’ned in his sphere, And with no chearful ray salute the spring?"

"Hence, vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested, Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys!"

"To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering."

"All is not lost, the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield."

"Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy!"