John Milton

Come and trip it as ye go,
On the light fantastic toe.

Come and trip it as ye go,
On the light fantastic toe.

Satan; so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in heaven.

Satan; so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in heaven.

Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still
air of delightful studies.

Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still
air of delightful studies.

The gay motes that people the sunbeams.

The gay motes that people the sunbeams.

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.