Vain Wisdom All, And False Philosophy.

To Be Blind Is Not Miserable; Not To Be Able To Bear Blindness, That Is Miserable.

In Discourse More Sweet; For Eloquence The Soul, Song Charms The Sense. Others Apart Sat On A Hill Retir'd, In Thoughts More Elevate, And Reason'd High Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will, And Fate, Fix'd Fate, Free-will, Foreknowledge Absolute; And Found No End, In Wand'ring Mazes Lost.

Hell Has No Benefits, Only Torture.

And On The Tree Of Life, The Middle Tree And Highest There That Grew, Sat Like A Cormorant.

And Now Without Redemption All Mankind Must Have Been Lost, Adjudged To Death And Hell By Doom Severe.