But O Yet More Miserable! Myself My

With Ruin Upon Ruin, Rout On Rout, Confusion Worse Confounded.

Men Of Most Renowned Virtue Have Sometimes By Transgressing Most Truly Kept The Law.

This Is Servitude, To Serve Th'unwise, Or Him Who Hath Rebelled Against His Worthier, As Thine Now Serve Thee, Thyself Not Free, But To Thyself Enthralled.

Yet From Those Flames No Light, But Rather Darkness Visible.

Some Say No Evil Thing That Walks By Night, In Fog Or Fire, By Lake Or Moorish Fen, Blue Meagre Hag, Or Stubborn Unlaid Ghost That Breaks His Magic Chains At Curfew Time, No Goblin, Or Swart Fairy Of The Mine, Hath Hurtful Power O'er True Virginity.