Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.
Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.
So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he.
A good principle not rightly understood may prove as hurtful as a bad.
A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars,--as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky way Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest Powder'd with stars.
Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.