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.

By labor and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.

I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death.

The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.

And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

Fairy damsels met in forest wide / By knights of Logres, or of Lyones, / Lancelot or Pelleas, or Pellenore.