Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational.

A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.

Reason is also choice.

Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.

What hath night to do with sleep?

'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.

No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.