Myself, and all the Angelic Host, that stand in the sight of God enthroned, our happy state hold, as you yours, while our obedience hold. On other surety none: freely we serve, because we freely love.

These evils I deserve, and more . . . . Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon, Whose ear is ever open, and his eye Gracious to re-admit the suppliant.

Solitude is sometimes the best society.

Temper justice with mercy.

Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.

But all was false and hollow; though his tongue Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, 4 to perplex and dash Maturest counsels.

Take heed lest passion sway Thy judgement to do aught, which else free will Would not admit.