No Worthy Enterprise Can Be Done By

You Can Make Hell Out Of Heaven And Heaven Out Of Hell. It's All In The Mind.

Pandemonium, The High Capital Of Satan And His Peers.

O Fairest Of Creation, Last And Best Of All God's Works, Creature In Whom Excelled Whatever Can To Sight Or Thought Be Formed, Holy, Divine, Good, Amiable, Or Sweet! How Art Thou Lost, How On A Sudden Lost, Defaced, Deflow'red, And Now To Death Devote? Paradise Lost

Beholding The Bright Countenance Of Truth In The Quiet And Still Air Of Delightful Studies.

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