Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.

All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.

To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.

Temper justice with mercy.

If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble.

In discourse more sweet; For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense. Others apart sat on a hill retir'd, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix'd fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute; And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.

Spirits that live throughout, Vital in every part, not as frail man, In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins, Cannot but by annihilating die.