…man he made and for him built
Magnificent this world, and earth his seat,
Him lord pronounced; and, Oh indignity!
Subjected to his service angel-wings,
And flaming ministers to watch and tend
Their earthy charge: Of these the vigilance
I dread; and, to elude, thus wrapped in mist
Of midnight vapor glide obscure, and pry
In every bush and brake, where hap may find
The serpent sleeping; in whose mazy folds
To hide me, and the dark intent I bring.
Paradise Lost, John Milton