Incens'd With Indignation Satan Stood Unterrify'd, And

He Scarce Had Ceased When The Superior Fiend Was Moving Toward The Shore; His Ponderous Shield Ethereal Temper, Massy, Large And Round, Behind Him Cast; The Broad Circumference Hung On His Shoulders Like The Moon, Whose Orb Through Optic Glass The Tuscan Artist Views At Evening From The Top Of Fésolè, Or In Valdarno, To Descry New Lands, Rivers Or Mountains In Her Spotty Globe.

Reason Also Is Choice.

Hail, Wedded Love, Mysterious Law; True Source Of Human Happiness.

And To Thy Husband's Will Thine Shall Submit; He Over Thee Shall Rule.

Farewell Hope, And With Hope Farewell Fear