Fear Of Change Perplexes Monarchs.

Luck Is The Residue Of Design.

The First And Wisest Of Them All Professed To Know This Only, That He Nothing Knew.

And Some Are Fall'n, To Disobedience Fall'n, And So From Heav'n To Deepest Hell; O Fall From What High State Of Bliss Into What Woe!

Satan; So Call Him Now, His Former Name Is Heard No More In Heaven.

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.