The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels & God, and at liberty when of Devils & Hell, is because he was a true Poet, and of the Devil's party without knowing it.
Prisons are built with stones of law, brothels with bricks of religion.
Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: Do be my enemy for friendship's sake.
For the Eye altering alters all; The Senses roll themselves in fear And the flat Earth becomes a Ball.
What the hammer?What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil?What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And eternity in an hour.
Little Boy Full of joy; Little Girl, Sweet and small;
Every morn and every night Some to misery are born. Every morn and every night Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.
The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, "Little creature, formed of Joy and Mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth.