BOOK EIGHTH.
"Who could resist?
Who in this universe?
She did so breathe ambrosia, so immerse My fine existence in a golden clime.
She took me like a child of suckling-time, And cradled me in roses.

Thus condemn'd, The current of my former life was stemm'd, And to this arbitrary queen of sense I bow'd a tranced vassal."-- KEATS, Endymion.
"I am the resurrection and the life.".