Have Hung My Dank And Dropping Weeds

They Also Serve Who Only Stand And Wait.

Our Country Is Where Ever We Are Well Off.

And Feel By Turns The Bitter Change Of Fierce Extremes, Extremes By Change More Fierce.

When Thou Attended Gloriously From Heaven , Shalt In The Sky Appear, And From Thee Send Thy Summoning Archangels To Proclaim Thy Dread Tribunal.

What In Me Is Dark Illumine, What Is Low Raise And Support, That To The Height Of This Great Argument I May Assert Eternal Providence, And Justify The Ways Of God To Men. 1 Paradise Lost. Book I. Line 22.