John Milton

. . . and now expecting
Each hour their great adventurer, from the search
Of foreign words.

. . . and now expecting
Each hour their great adventurer, from the search
Of foreign words.

The infernal serpent; he it was whose guile,
Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceived
The mother read more

The infernal serpent; he it was whose guile,
Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceived
The mother of mankind.

Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the wet grass, when the
Fates summon him, sing at read more

Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the wet grass, when the
Fates summon him, sing at the fords of Maeander.

With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.

With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.

Well observe
The rule of Not too much, by temperance taught
In what thou eat'st and drink'st.

Well observe
The rule of Not too much, by temperance taught
In what thou eat'st and drink'st.