The Redundant Locks, Robustious To

Hail Universal Lord, Be Bounteous Still To Give Us Only Good; And If The Night Have Gathered Aught Of Evil Or Concealed, Disperse It, As Now Light Dispels The Dark.

Most Men Admire Virtue Who Follow Not Her Lore.

Our Two First Parents, Yet The Only Two Of Mankind, In The Happy Garden Placed, Reaping Immortal Fruits Of Joy And Love, Uninterrupted Joy, Unrivalled Love In Blissful Solitude.

Retiring From The Popular Noise, I Seek This Unfrequented Place To Find Some Ease.

Which Way I Fly Is Hell; Myself Am Hell.