Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.
Dark with excessive bright.
These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.
Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.
Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.
Though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously by licensing and prohibiting to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse, in a free and open encounter.