And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.

Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.

Be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being.

Let her (Truth) and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?

But infinite in pardon is my Judge.

The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.