As I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoymentsof Genius, which to Angels look like torment and insanity, I collectedsome of their proverbs, thinking that as the sayings used in a nationmark its character, so the proverbs of Hell show the nature of infernalwisdom better than any description of buildings or garments.
When I came home, on the abyss of the five senses, where a flat-sidedsteep frowns over the present world, I saw a mighty Devil folded inblack clouds hovering on the sides of the rock; with corroding fireshe wrote the following sentence now perceived by the minds of men, andread by them on earth:--
"How do you know but every bird that cuts the airy way Is an immense world of delight, closed by your senses five?"