John Milton

O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!

O welcome pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!

Experience, next, to thee I owe,
Best guide; not following thee, I had remain'd
In ignorance; thou read more

Experience, next, to thee I owe,
Best guide; not following thee, I had remain'd
In ignorance; thou open'st wisdom's way,
And giv'st access, though secret she retire.

But what will not ambition and revenge
Descend to? who aspires must down as low
As high read more

But what will not ambition and revenge
Descend to? who aspires must down as low
As high he soar'd, obnoxious first and last
To basest things.

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiucus read more

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiucus huge
In th' artic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war.

Hast thou betrayed my credulous innocence
With vizor'd falsehood and base forgery?

Hast thou betrayed my credulous innocence
With vizor'd falsehood and base forgery?