Thou sorrow, venom Elfe. Is this thy play,To spin a web out of thyselfe To Catch a Fly? For Why?[...]To tangle Adams race In's stratigemsTo their Destructions, spoil'd, made base By venom things Damn'd Sins.
Gentleness, Virtue, Wisdom, and Endurance, These are the seals of that most firm assurance Which bars the pit over Destruction’s strength; And if, with infirm hand, Eternity, Mother of many acts and hours, should free The serpent that would clasp her with his length; These are the spells by which to reassume An empire o’er the disentangled doom.Percy Bysshe Shelley