Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational.
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.
Luck is the residue of design.
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?
To many a youth and many a maid, dancing in the chequer'd shade.
'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.