... then there was war in heaven. But it was not angels. It was that small golden zeppelin, like a long oval world, high up. It seemed as if the cosmic order were gone, as if there had come a new order, a new heavens above us: and as if the world in anger were trying to revoke it.

Son of Heav'n and Earth, Attend: that thou art happy, owe to God; That thou continuest such, owe to thyself, That is, to thy obedience; therein stand.

Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.

God has set labor and rest, as day and night to men successive.

Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.

So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.

He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.