Percy Bysshe Shelley

You would not easily guess
All the modes of distress
Which torture the tenants of earth;
And the various evils,
Which like so many devils,
Attend the poor souls from their birth.

Sweet the rose which lives in Heaven,
Although on earth ’tis planted . . .

GOVERNMENT has no rights; it is a delegation from several individuals for the purpose of securing their own. It is therefore just, only so far as it exists by their consent, useful only so far as it operates to their well-being.

Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate
With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon
Of human thought or form, where art thou gone?

Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle —
Why not I with thine?'