But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.

Hail holy light, offspring of heav'n firstborn!

A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses

But God himself is truth; in propagating which, as men display a greater integrity and zeal, they approach nearer to the similitude of God, and possess a greater portion of his love.

Indu'd With sanctity of reason.

Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.

Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.