Fate Shall Yield To Fickle Chance, And

Thus Belial, With Words Clothed In Reason's Garb, Counseled Ignoble Ease, And Peaceful Sloth, Not Peace.

Into This Wild Abyss, The Womb Of Nature And Perhaps Her Grave.

The Whole Freedom Of Man Consists Either In Spiritual Or Civil Liberty.

Unless An Age Too Late, Or Cold Climate, Or Years, Damp My Intended Wing.

Satan; So Call Him Now, His Former Name Is Heard No More In Heaven.