Nominem tuum despicamur, denegamus nostram originem

Spiritus domini atque verba deceptoris preces perdiderunt

At once, he views

The dismal scenery waste and wild

A dungeon horrible, on all sides round

Flam'd ; and there the pale light

Served only to discover sights of woe

Regions of Sorrow, doleful shades, where peace

And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes

That comes to all ; but torture without end

Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed

With ever-burning sulpur unconsum'd

--"Thou, profoundest Hell

Receive thy new possession ;

One who can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven

He whom thunder hath made greater!

I am Lucifer."