Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.
Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven.
Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
Reason is also choice.
Be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being.
What call thou solitude? Is not the earth with various living creatures, and the air replenished, and all these at thy command to come and play before thee?