Though terror be in love
Milton, Paradise Lost, Book IX, 490-1
So this is the woman you speak of so highly?
Indeed, I can see her beauty now
And understand why you love her, though I am afraid
For it is clear that you are ensnared.
Were the trap tangible you would feel fear
And terror, hearing the cries of Pan
But the rope around you is in your heart
And you will fear too late, oh pitiful man.
Indeed, this is Satan speaking about beauty, when describing how lovely Eve looks. Who else would it be?
In other news, I hope you enjoy New Years’. I have now finished all my
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