Pandemonium, The High Capital Of

Lifted Up So High I Disdained Subjection, And Thought One Step Higher Would Set Me Highest.

But What More Oft In Nations Grown Corrupt, And By Their Vices Brought To Servitude, Than To Love Bondage More Than Liberty, Bondage With Ease Than Strenuous Liberty.

The Earth, Though In Comparison Of Heaven So Small, Nor Glistering, May Of Solid Good Contain More Plenty Than The Sun, That Barren Shines.

What Can 'scape The Eye Of God, All-seeing, Or Deceive His Heart. Omniscient!

Where Glowing Embers Through The Room Teach Light To Counterfeit A Gloom.