Lucifer
 
 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 sulphur unconsum'd.
 
 --"Thou, profoundest Hell,
 Receive thy new possessour:
 One who can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven,
 He whom thunder hath made greater!
 I am Lucifer. "