Nothing profits more than self-esteem, grounded on what is just and right. |
Now, anybody can talk about anything they want for five minutes, |
O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,/ Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse / Without all hope of day! |
O fairest flower, no sooner blown but blasted, / Soft silken primrose fading timelessly. |
O fairest of creation! last and best / Of all God's works! Creature in whom excelled / Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, / Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! |
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, dungeon or beggary, or decrepit age! Light, the prime work of God, to me is extinct, and all her various objects of delight annulled, which might in part my grief have eased. Inferior to the vilest now become of man or worm; the vilest here excel me, they creep, yet see; I, dark in light, exposed to daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, within doors, or without, still as a fool, in power of others, never in my own; scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. |
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray / Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still. |
O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, / Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings. |
O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, / Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death. |
Of herbs and other country messes, / Which the neat-handed Phyllis dresses. |
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe |
Oft he seems to hide his face, / But unexpectedly returns / And to his faithful champion hath in place / Bore witness gloriously. |
One tongue is sufficient for a woman |
Or call up him that left half told / The story of Cambuscan bold. |
Our country is wherever we are well off |