Evil On Itself Shall Back Recoil.

Here We May Reign Secure; And In My Choice To Reign Is Worth Ambition, Though In Hell: Better To Reign In Hell Than Serve In Heaven.

And Fast By, Hanging In A Golden Chain, This Pendent World, In Bigness As A Star Of Smallest Magnitude, Close By The Moon.

Dark With Excessive Bright.

Loneliness Is The First Thing Which God's Eye Named Not Good.

Fame Is No Plant That Grows On Mortal Soil.