Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress.

Hide me from day's garish eye.

Lifted up so high I disdained subjection, and thought one step higher would set me highest.

Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational.

Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.

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.

The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.