Tears such as angels weep.
Th'invention all admir'd, and each, how he to be th'inventor miss'd; so easy it seem'd once found, which yet unfound most would have thought impossible.
Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb, counseled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth, not peace.
To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
For what can war, but endless war, still breed?
He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.