John Milton

The hasty multitude
Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise,
And some the architect: his hand was read more

The hasty multitude
Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise,
And some the architect: his hand was known
In heaven by many a tower'd structure high,
Where scepter'd angels held their residence,
And sat as princes.

Mammon led them on--
Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell
From Heaven: for even in Heaven read more

Mammon led them on--
Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell
From Heaven: for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts
Were always downward bent, admiring more
The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold,
Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed
In vision beatific.

I sat me down to watch upon a bank
With ivy canopied and interwove
With flaunting honeysuckle.

I sat me down to watch upon a bank
With ivy canopied and interwove
With flaunting honeysuckle.

The gay motes that people the sunbeams.

The gay motes that people the sunbeams.

And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.

And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.