The love-lorn nightingale nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well.
What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support, That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men. 1 Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 22.
Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.
For what is glory but the blaze of fame?
Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive.
Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.