Lords are lordliest in their wine.

But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.

Nor aught availed him now to have built in heaven high towers; nor did he scrape by all his engines, but was headlong sent with his industrious crew to build in hell.

Nor turned I ween Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites Mysterious of connubial love refused: Whatever hypocrites austerely talk Of purity and place and innocence, Defaming as impure what God declares Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all.

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

Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.

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