John Milton,
Paradise Lost — Book 8
(1890)
“ Of thy associates, Adam, and wait taste No pleasure, though in pleasure, solitary. What thinkest thou then of me, and this my state? Seem I to thee sufficiently possessed Of happiness, or not? who am alone From all eternity; for none I know Second to me or like, equal much less, How have I then with whom to hold converse? Save with the creatures which I made, and those To me inferior, infinite descents410 Beneath what other creatures are to thee.' "He ceased; I lowly answered:—'To attain The highth and depth of thy eternal ways All human thoughts come short, Supreme of things! ”
