Angels Contented With Their Face In Heaven,

Our Two First Parents, Yet The Only Two Of Mankind, In The Happy Garden Placed, Reaping Immortal Fruits Of Joy And Love, Uninterrupted Joy, Unrivalled Love In Blissful Solitude.

So Glistered The Dire Snake , And Into Fraud Led Eve, Our Credulous Mother, To The Tree Of Prohibition, Root Of All Our Woe.

Goodness Thinks No Ill Where No Ill Seems.

Nothing Profits More Than Self-esteem, Grounded On What Is Just And Right.

Calm Of Mind, All Passion Spent.