Satan; So Call Him Now, His Former

Ease Would Recant Vows Made In Pain, As Violent And Void.

Now I See Peace To Corrupt No Less Than War To Waste.

Quips And Cranks And Wanton Wiles, Nods And Becks And Wreathèd Smiles.

Sport, That Wrinkled Care Derides, And Laughter Holding Both His Sides. Come And Trip It As Ye Go, On The Light Fantastic Toe.

Hail, Holy Light! Offspring Of Heaven Firstborn! Or Of Th' Eternal Co-eternal Beam, May I Express Thee Unblam'd? Since God Is Light And Never But In Unapproached Light Dwelt From Eternity, Dwelt Then In Thee, Bright Effluence Of Bright Essence Increate!