Beyond is all abyss, eternity, whose end no eye can reach.
Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.
A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.
In contemplation of created things, by steps we may ascend to God.
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.
Implied Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd,- Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.