Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.

Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.

Laws can discover sin, but not remove it

It is Chastity, my brother. She that has that is clad in complete steel.

Then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A Paradise within thee, happier far.

Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him Eyeless in Gaza at the mill with slaves.

Into this wild Abyss/ The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave--/ Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,/ But all these in their pregnant causes mixed/ Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,/ Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain/ His dark materials to create more worlds,--/ Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend/ Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while,/ Pondering his voyage; for no narrow frith/ He had to cross.