"... when I approach
Her loveliness, so absolute she seems
And in herself so well to know
Her own, that what she wills to do or say,
Seems wisest, virtuouest, discreetest, best;
All higher knowledge in her presence falls
Degraded; wisdom in discourse with her.
Loses discountenanced, and like folly shows;
Authority and reason on her wait
As one intended first, not after made."
- John Milton, Paradise Lost
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