Solitude is sometimes best society.

Evil into the mind of god or man may come and go, so unapproved, and leave no spot or blame behind.

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

Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress.

Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell.

Such sober certainty of waking bliss.

Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise