This Is Servitude, To Serve The Unwise.

Perplexed And Troubled At His Bad Success The Tempter Stood, Nor Had What To Reply, Discovered In His Fraud, Thrown From His Hope.

Now Conscience Wakes Despair That Slumber'd,-wakes The Bitter Memory Of What He Was, What Is, And What Must Be Worse.

Look Homeward, Angel, Now, And Melt With Ruth.

Pandemonium, The High Capital Of Satan And His Peers.

What Can 'scape The Eye Of God, All-seeing, Or Deceive His Heart. Omniscient!