The Angel Ended, And In Adam's Ear

Love Virtue, She Alone Is Free, She Can Teach Ye How To Climb Higher Than The Sphery Chime; Or, If Virtue Feeble Were, Heav'n Itself Would Stoop To Her.

O Execrable Son! So To Aspire Above His Brethren, To Himself Assuming Authority Usurped, From God Not Given. He Gave Us Only Over Beast, Fish, Fowl, Dominion Absolute; That Right We Hold By His Donation; But Man Over Men He Made Not Lord; Such Title To Himself Reserving, Human Left From Human Free.

The Hungry Sheep Look Up, And Are Not Fed.

Which, If Not Victory, Is Yet Revenge.

Lifted Up So High I Disdained Subjection, And Thought One Step Higher Would Set Me Highest.