The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he.
Solitude is sometimes the best society.
If it come to prohibiting, there is aught more likely to be prohibited than truth itself.
And out of good still to find means of evil.
Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit/Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste/Brought death into the world, and all our woe,/With loss of Eden, till one greater Man/Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,/Sing heavenly muse