But first whom shall we sending search of this new world, whom shall we find Sufficient? Who shall tempt, with wand'ring feet The dark bottomed infinite abyss And through the palpable obscure find outhit uncouth way, or spread his aery flightUpborne with indefatigable wings Over the vast abrupt, ere he arrive The happy isle?

John Milton

Paradise Lost

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