The Timely Dew Of Sleep

And The Earth Self-balanced On Her Centre Hung.

Cyriack, Whose Grandsire On The Royal Bench Of British Themis, With No Mean Applause Pronounced And In His Volumes Taught Our Laws, Which Others At Their Bar So Often Wrench

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

Ink Is The Blood Of The Printing-press.

Books Are Not Absolutely Dead Things, But Do Contain A Potency Of Life In Them....i Know They Are As Lively And As Vigorously Productive As Those Fabulous Dragon's Teeth And Being Sown Up And Down, May Chance To Spring Up Armed Men.