John Milton

Soon as the potion works, their human count'nance,
Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd
Into read more

Soon as the potion works, their human count'nance,
Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd
Into some bruitish form of wolf or bear,
Or ounce or tiger, hog, or bearded goat,
All other parts remaining as they were;
And they, so perfect in their misery,
Not once perceive their foul disfigurement.

Rather than be less
Car'd not to be at all.

Rather than be less
Car'd not to be at all.

Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise.

Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise.

The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear
So charming left his voice, that he awhile
Thought him read more

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.

Soon as midnight brought on the dusky hour
Friendliest to sleep and silence.

Soon as midnight brought on the dusky hour
Friendliest to sleep and silence.