For books are as meats and viands are; some of good, some of evil sub-stance.
Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Seas wept from our deep sorrows.
See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing.
Let us descend now therefore from this top Of speculation.
None But such as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is not delicious To a well-govern'd and wise appetite.