Forget Thyself To Marble.

Heaven Open'd Wide Her Ever During Gates, Harmonious Sound, On Golden Hinges Moving.

Hail, Wedded Love, Mysterious Law; True Source Of Human Happiness.

Wherefore Did He [god] Create Passions Within Us, Pleasures Round About Us, But That These Rightly Tempered Are The Very Ingredients Of Virtue?

No War Or Battle Sound Was Heard The World Around.

Which Way I Fly Is Hell; Myself Am Hell.