Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.

'Paradise Lost' is one of the books which the reader admires and lays down, and forgets to take up again. None ever wished it longer than it is.

Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good.

Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out.

Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise Of conflict.

Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air?

God shall be all in all.