And princely counsel in his face yet shone,

Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood,

With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear

The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look

Drew audience and attention still as night

Or summer's noontide air.

Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 300.

The palpable obscure.

Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 406.

Long is the way