Farewell Hope, And With Hope Farewell Fear

Better To Reign In Hell Than Serve In Heav'n.

What Neat Repast Shall Feast Us, Light And Choice, Of Attic Taste?

He Touch'd The Tender Stops Of Various Quills, With Eager Thought Warbling His Doric Lay.

And Fast By, Hanging In A Golden Chain, This Pendent World, In Bigness As A Star Of Smallest Magnitude, Close By The Moon.

And As An Ev'ning Dragon Came, Assailant On The Perched Roosts And Nests In Order Rang'd Of Tame Villatic Fowl.