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?

Courage never to submit of yield.

Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.

Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.

The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.

Suffering for truth's sake Is fortitude to highest victory, And to the faithful death the gate of life.

They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide; They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.