God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.

What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support, That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men. 1 Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 22.

I on the other side Us'd no ambition to commend my deeds; The deeds themselves, though mute, spoke loud the doer.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.

Tears such as angels weep.

My sentence is for open war.

Imparadis'd in one another's arms.