A Good Principle Not Rightly Understood May

And The More I See Pleasures About Me, So Much More I Feel Torment Within Me.

Thou Canst Not Touch The Freedom Of My Mind.

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

Such Sights As Youthful Poets Dream On Summer Eves By Haunted Stream. Then To The Well-trod Stage Anon, If Jonson's Learned Sock Be On, Or Sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's Child, Warble His Native Wood-notes Wild.

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.