Good, The More Communicated, More Abundant Grows.

It Were A Journey Like The Path To Heaven, To Help You Find Them.

For What Is Glory But The Blaze Of Fame?

Pandemonium, The High Capital Of Satan And His Peers.

Wisdom's Self Oft Seeks To Sweet Retired Solitude, Where With Her Best Nurse Contemplation, She Plumes Her Feathers, And Lets Grow Her Wings That In The Various Bustle Of Resort Were All To-ruffled, And Sometimes Impaired.

Say, Heavenly Pow'rs, Where Shall We Find Such Love? Which Of Ye Will Be Mortal To Redeem Man's Mortal Crime, And Just Th' Unjust To Save.