I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death.
The brazen throat of war.
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.
Heaven open'd wide Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving.
And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.
I call a complete and generous education that which fits a man to perform justly, skillfully, and magnanimously all the offices, both private and public, of peace and war.