Deep Vers'd In Books, And Shallow In

His Sleep Was Aery Light, From Pure Digestion Bred.

A Shout That Tore Hell's Concave, And Beyond / Frightened The Reign Of Chaos And Old Night.

Solitude Sometimes Is Best Society.

'paradise Lost' Is One Of The Books Which The Reader Admires And Lays Down, And Forgets To Take Up Again. None Ever Wished It Longer Than It Is.

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