John Milton

If this fail,
The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,
And earth's base built on stubble.

If this fail,
The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,
And earth's base built on stubble.

. . . and now expecting
Each hour their great adventurer, from the search
Of foreign words.

. . . and now expecting
Each hour their great adventurer, from the search
Of foreign words.

Deep versed in books and shallow in himself.

Deep versed in books and shallow in himself.

Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old,
When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones,
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Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old,
When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones,
Forget not.

Now came still evening on; and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad:
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Now came still evening on; and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad:
Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,
They to they grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale.