Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit/Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste/Brought death into the world, and all our woe,/With loss of Eden, till one greater Man/Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,/Sing heavenly muse

Reason is also choice.

All hell broke loose.

Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.

If it come to prohibiting, there is aught more likely to be prohibited than truth itself.

Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.

Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.