So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.

A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.

This having learnt, thou hast attained the sum Of wisdom; hope no higher, though all the stars Thou knew'st by name, and all th'ethereal powers, All secrets of the deep, all nature's works, Or works of God in heav'n, air, earth, or sea, And all the riches of this world enjoy'dst, And all the rule, one empire; onlyadd Deeds to thy knowledge answerable, add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance, add love, By name to come called charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far.

It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.

How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns

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

Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell.