With joy perplex’d, round cast he wondering eyes,
Still in his joy, and dumb in his surprise.
Above, beneath, around, on every side,
Of every form and size were Books descried;
Like Bishop Hatto, when the rats drew near,
And war’s new dangers waked his guilty fear,
When thousands came beside, behind, before, 560
And up and down came on ten thousand more,
A tail’d and whisker’d army, each with claws
As sharp as needles, and with teeth like saws—