The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either,--black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand.

Heaven open'd wide Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.

There are no songs comparable to the songs of Zion, no orations equal to those of the prophets, and no politics like those which the Scriptures teach.

Evil on itself shall back recoil.

Where all life dies death lives.