Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.

So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;Evil,be thou my good.

Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded, But must be current, and the good thereof Consists in mutual and partaken bliss.

And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens take his pleasure.

In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.

Hence, loathèd Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy.

Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.