" An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king, -
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow
Through public scorn, - mud from a muddy spring, -
Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know,
But leech-like to their fainting country cling,
Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow, -
A people starved and stabbed in the untilled field, -
An army, which liberticide and prey
Makes as a two-edged sword to all who would wield, -
Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay;
Religion Christless, Godless - A book sealed;
A Senate, - Time's worst statue unrepealed, -
Are graves, from which a glorious Phantom may
Burst, to illumine our tempestuous day.

- Sonnet: England in 1819 "

― Percy Bysshe Shelley , Percy Bysshe Shelley: An Anthology