'paradise Lost' Is One Of The Books

Blind Mouths! That Scarce Themselves Know How To Hold A Sheep-hook.

Ask For This Great Deliverer Now, And Find Him Eyeless In Gaza At The Mill With Slaves.

Yet Once More, O Ye Laurels, And Once More Ye Myrtles Brown, With Ivy Never Sere, I Come To Pluck Your Berries Harsh And Crude, And With Forced Fingers Rude Shatter Your Leaves Before The Mellowing Year.

Still Paying, Still To Owe. Eternal Woe!

That Power Which Erring Men Call Chance.