When I see the blind and wretched state of men, when I survey the whole universe in its deadness, and man left… — Blaise Pascal Copy Share Image
Man's wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
