As I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the
enjoyments of Genius, which to Angels look like torment and
insanity, I collected some of their Proverbs; thinking that as the
sayings used in a nation mark its character, so the Proverbs of Hell
show the nature of Infernal wisdom better than any description of
buildings or garments.

When I came home, on the abyss of the five senses, where a flat-sided
steep frowns over the present world, I saw a mighty Devil, folded in
black clouds, hovering on the sides of the rock: with corroding fires
he wrote the following sentence now perceived by the minds of men, and
read by them on earth: --
        How do you know but ev'ry Bird that cuts the airy way,
        Is an immense World of Delight, clos'd by your senses five?