Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn’d Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational.
It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them.
Heaven open’d wide Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving.
So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he.
If this fail, The pillar’d firmament is rottenness, And earth’s base built on stubble.
Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.
Reason is also choice.
Deep vers’d in books, and shallow in himself.
The never-ending flight Of future days.
And out of good still to find means of evil.
Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
And live like Nature’s bastards, not her sons.
Freely we serve, because freely we love.
His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. Ibid.
He ’s gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
My latest found, Heaven’s last, best gift, my ever new delight!
Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven.
Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.
None But such as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is not delicious To a well-govern’d and wise appetite.