Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell From heaven for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatific.
Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell From heaven for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatific.
For pity melts the mind to love.
The mind can make a heaven out of hell or a hell out of heaven
In discourse more sweet For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense. Others apart sat on a hill retir'd, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix'd fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.
Thoughts that voluntary move Harmonious numbers.
Thoughts, whither have ye led me!
Yet not so strictly hath our Lord imposed
Labour, as to debar us when we need
Refreshment, whether food, or talk between,
Food of the mind, or this sweet intercourse
Of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow,
To brute denied, and are of love the food;
Love, not the lowest end of human life.
He with new acquist Of true experience from this great event With peace and consolation hath dismissed, And calm of mind, all passion spent.
The mind is its own place and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
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