The Tree of Knowledge grew fast by, Knowledge of Good bought dear by knowing ill.
What hath night to do with sleep?
Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise Of conflict.
For so I created them free and free they must remain.
So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;Evil,be thou my good.
Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.