The brazen throat of war.

Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won.

O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.

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

God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.

But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.

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.