mysteries and to name them like a nominalist magician:

     The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, 
     Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; 
     And as imagination bodies forth 
     The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen 
     Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing 
     A local habitation and a name. (60)

     By comparison, Milton’s unfallen Adam is a harassed 
agricultural laborer:

     Then commune how that day they best may ply
     Their growing work—for much their work outgrew 
     The hands’ dispatch of two gardening so wide: (61)