Milton's Paradise Lost
John Milton His epic poem offers insight into the roots of revolution

"Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,"

Said then the lost Archangel, "this the seat

That we must change for Heaven, this mournful gloom

For that celestial light?  Be it so, since he

Who is now sovereign can dispose and bid

What shall be right; farthest from him is best,

Whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme

Above his equals.  Farewell happy fields,

Where joy forever dwells!  Hail, horrors! Hail,

Infernal world! and thou profoundest Hell,

Receive they new possessor - one who brings

A mind not to be changed by place or time.

A mind is its own place, and in itself

Can make a Heaven of Hell and Hell of Heaven.

What matter where, if I be still the same,

And what should I be, all but less than he

Whom thunder hath made greater?  Here at least

We shall be free; the Almighty hath not built

Here for envy, will not drive us hence;

Here we may reign secure, and, in my choice,

To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell:

Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven."