Cyriack, this three years day these eys, though clear br To outward view, of blemish or of spot; br Bereft of light thir seeing have forgot, br Nor to thir idle orbs doth sight appear br Of Sun or Moon or Starre throughout the year, br Or man or woman. Yet I argue not br Against heavns hand or will, nor bate a jot br Of heart or hope; but still bear vp and steer br Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask? br The conscience, Friend, to have lost them overply'd br In libertyes defence, my noble task, br Of which all Europe talks from side to side. br This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask br Content though blind, had I no better guide.