Ladies, Whose Bright Eyes Rain Influence, And

Was I Deceiv'd, Or Did A Sable Cloud Turn Forth Her Silver Lining On The Night?

A Man May Be Ungrateful, But The Human Race Is Not So.

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.

Nor Think Thou With Wind Of æry Threats To Awe Whom Yet With Deeds Thou Canst Not.

O Visions Ill Foreseen! Better Had I Liv'd Ignorant Of Future, So Had Borne My Part Of Evil Only.