The mind is its own place, and itselfCan make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.What matter where, if I be still the same,And what I should be, all but less than heWhom thunder hath made greater? Here at leastWe shall be free; th’ Almighty hath not builtHere for his envy, will not drive us hence:Here we may reign secure, and in my choiceTo reign is worth ambition though in hell:Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.
