I can again thy former light restore,
Should I repent me: but once put out thy light,
Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat
That can thy light relume.

“Who seeks for better of thee, sauce his palateWith thy most operant poison! Wha…”

“we are the lords of all eternity”

“Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion”

“a wild dedication of yourselvesTo undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.”