All Hope Is Lost Of My Reception

A Limbo Large And Broad, Since Call'd The Paradise Of Fools To Few Unknown.

O Loss Of Sight, Of Thee I Most Complain! Blind Among Enemies, O Worse Than Chains, Dungeon, Or Beggary, Or Decrepit Age!

But Infinite In Pardon Is My Judge.

Anarchy Is The Sure Consequence Of Tyranny; For No Power That Is Not Limited By Laws Can Ever Be Protected By Them.

Sable-vested Night, Eldest Of Things.