Book ii

. Line 496._

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.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii . Line 555._

Vain wisdom all and false philosophy.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii . Line 565._

Arm th' obdur'd breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel.

_Paradise Lost.