Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.
John MiltonO fairest of creation, last and best Of all God's works, creature in whom excelled Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Defaced, deflow'red, and now to death devote? Paradise Lost
John Milton