Milton won!

Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in heaven.
Better to reign.
In Hell.
Than to Serve.
In heaven.

Milton; the all-seeing Milton, I see thee too.

Paradise’s may be lost in sight, yet won in blindness.
With life’s aim fulfilled
Only at point where fruits unseen are treasured.

The unseen, on worldly plane to see,
Must lose wordly sight it seems.

Whilst in honey, dribbled tongue spells,
Articulation has no need door;
To eloquence I lend my coat,
Cold snap’s boat of silence to thaw.