His Sleep Was Aery Light, From Pure

His Words, Like So Many Nimble And Airy Servitors, Trip About Him At Command. Ibid.

The Liberty Of Conscience, Which Above All Other Things Ought To Be To All Men Dearest And Most Precious.

Solitude Is Sometimes Best Society.

Mutual Love, The Crown Of All Our Bliss.

Our Two First Parents, Yet The Only Two Of Mankind, In The Happy Garden Placed, Reaping Immortal Fruits Of Joy And Love, Uninterrupted Joy, Unrivalled Love In Blissful Solitude.