Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth.
Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!
The martyrs shook the powers of darkness with the irresistible power of weakness.
Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss.
Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he.