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

Reason is also choice.

Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.

And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.

Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good.

In God's intention, a meet and happy conversation is the chiefest and noblest end of marriage.

So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he.