John Milton

So when the sun in bed,
Curtain'd with cloudy red,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave.

So when the sun in bed,
Curtain'd with cloudy red,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave.

No mighty trance, or breathed spell
Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.

No mighty trance, or breathed spell
Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.

Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin
Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.

Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin
Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.

Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen
Within thy airy shell,
By slow Meander's margent green,
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Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen
Within thy airy shell,
By slow Meander's margent green,
And in the violet-embroidered vale.

Let none admire
That riches grow in hell; that soil may best
Deserve the precious bane.

Let none admire
That riches grow in hell; that soil may best
Deserve the precious bane.