What Better Can We Do Than Prostrate

Solitude Is Sometimes Best Society.

Meanwhile The Adversary Of God And Man, Satan With Thoughts Inflamed Of Highest Design, Puts On Swift Wings, And Towards The Gates Of Hell Explores His Solitary Flight.

Let No Man Seek Henceforth To Be Foretold That Shall Befall Him Or His Children.

Just Deeds Are The Best Answer To Injurious Words.

But Now My Task Is Smoothly Done, I Can Fly, Or I Can Run Quickly To The Green Earth's End, Where The Bow'd Welkin Slow Doth Bend, And From Thence Can Soar As Soon To The Corners Of The Moon.