“What is dark within me, illumine.”

“He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the center, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.”

“Did I request thee, Maker, from my clayTo mould me man? Did I solicit theeFrom darkness to promote me?”

“O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,Irrecoverably dark, total eclipseWithout all hope of day!”

“Horror and doubt distractHis troubled thoughts and from the bottom stirThe Hell within him, for within him HellHe brings and round about him, nor from HellOne step no more than from himself can flyBy change of place.”

“Yet he who reigns within himself, and rulesPassions, desires, and fears, is more a king.”

“This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.”