John Milton

Let his tormentor conscience find him out.

Let his tormentor conscience find him out.

But let my due feet never fail
To walk the studious cloisters pale,
And love the high read more

But let my due feet never fail
To walk the studious cloisters pale,
And love the high embowed roof,
With antique pillars massy proof,
And storied windows richly dight;
Casting a dim religious light.

So glistered the dire Snake, and into fraud
Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree
Of read more

So glistered the dire Snake, and into fraud
Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree
Of Prohibition, root of all our woe.

Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd
Firm concord holds, men only disagree
Of creatures rational.

Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd
Firm concord holds, men only disagree
Of creatures rational.

So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand read more

So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lacky her,
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt.