Lifted up so high I disdained subjection, and thought one step higher would set me highest.

The Tree of Knowledge grew fast by, Knowledge of Good bought dear by knowing ill.

O fairest of creation, last and best Of all God's works, creature in whom excelled Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Defaced, deflow'red, and now to death devote? Paradise Lost

The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.

How oft, in nations gone corrupt, And by their own devices brought down to servitude, That man chooses bondage before liberty. Bondage with ease before strenuous liberty.

The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.

Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.