Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
The spirits perverse with easy intercourse pass to and fro, to tempt or punish mortals.
Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.
But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.
In naked beauty more adorn'd, More lovely than Pandora.
Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.