A DUNGEON HORRIBLE
Now the thought of both lost happiness and lasting pain torments him. Round he throws his baleful eyes that witnessed huge affliction and dismay. A dungeon horrible on all sides round as one great furnace flamed, yet from those flames no light, but rather darkness visible served only to discover sights of woe where peace and rest can never dwell. Hope never comes that comes to all, but torture without end still urges.
Said then the Lost Archangel: "Hail horrors! Hail infernal world! Meet thy new possessor: a mind not to be changed. The mind is its own place and in itself can make a Heaven of hell, a Hell of Heaven. To reign is worth ambition through in Hell. Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven!."