So many laws argues so many sins.
The planets in their station list’ning stood.
There is no truth sure enough to justify persecution.
Ride the air In whirlwind.
O madness to think use of strongest wines And strongest drinks our chief support of health, When God with these forbidden made choice to rear His mighty champion, strong above compare, Whose drink was only from the liquid brook.
And as an ev’ning dragon came, Assailant on the perched roosts And nests in order rang’d Of tame villatic fowl.
Who can enjoy alone? Or all enjoying what contentment find?
But all was false and hollow; though his tongue Dropp’d manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, 4 to perplex and dash Maturest counsels.
A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.
More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang’d To hoarse or mute, though fall’n on evil days, On evil days though fall’n, and evil tongues.
Those whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme.
Was I deceiv’d, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm’d, no sooner found alone, But rush upon me thronging.
Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?
Herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.
Indu’d With sanctity of reason.
Heav’nly love shall outdoo Hellish hate.
The Angel ended, and in Adam’s ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix’d to hear.
He touch’d the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.
They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy.