A Good Book Is The Precious Lifeblood

Ere The Blabbing Eastern Scout, The Nice Morn, On Th' Indian Steep From Her Cabin'd Loop-hole Peep.

And Add To These Retired Leisure, That In Trim Gardens Take His Pleasure.

New Presbyter Is But Old Priest Writ Large.

Hear All Ye Angels, Progeny Of Light, Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers.

Nor Jealousy Was Understood, The Injur'd Lover's Hell.