Must I Thus Leave Thee, Paradise?-thus Leave

For What Is Glory But The Blaze Of Fame?

God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine.

So Scented The Grim Feature, And Upturn'd His Nostril Wide Into The Murky Air, Sagacious Of His Quarry From So Far.

Loneliness Is The First Thing Which God's Eye Named Not Good.

The Tree Of Knowledge Grew Fast By, Knowledge Of Good Bought Dear By Knowing Ill.