Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb, counseled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth, not peace.
But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.
To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late.