Let None Henceforth Seek Needless

What Call Thou Solitude? Is Not The Earth With Various Living Creatures, And The Air Replenished, And All These At Thy Command To Come And Play Before Thee?

Which, If Not Victory, Is Yet Revenge.

Thou Canst Not Touch The Freedom Of My Mind.

So Shall The World Go On, To Good Malignant, To Bad Men Benign, Under Her Own Weight Groaning.

And Feel That I Am Happier Than I Know.