Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained.

How Charming Is Divine Philosophy! Not Harsh And Crabbed, As Dull Fools Suppose, But Musical As Is Apollo's Lute, And A Perpetual Feast Of Nectar'd Sweets Where No Crude Surfeit Reigns

He Who Reigns Within Himself And Rules Passions, Desires, And Fears Is More Than A King.

What In Me Is Dark Illumine, What Is Low Raise And Support, That To The Height Of This Great Argument I May Assert Eternal Providence, And Justify The Ways Of God To Men. 1 Paradise Lost. Book I. Line 22.

Arm The Obdured Breast With Stubborn Patience As With Triple Steel.

And Looks Commercing With The Skies, Thy Rapt Soul Sitting In Thine Eyes.