Comus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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The Earl Of Bridgewater Then President Of Wales | B |
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The Persons | C |
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The ATTENDANT SPIRIT afterwards in the habit of THYRSIS | C |
COMUS with his Crew | D |
The LADY | E |
FIRST BROTHER | F |
SECOND BROTHER | F |
SABRINA the Nymph | G |
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The Chief Persons which presented were | F |
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The Lord Brackley | H |
Mr Thomas Egerton his Brother | F |
The Lady Alice Egerton | I |
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The first Scene discovers a wild wood | J |
The ATTENDANT SPIRIT descends or enters | C |
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Before the starry threshold of Jove's court | K |
My mansion is where those immortal shapes | C |
Of bright aerial spirits live insphered | K |
In regions mild of calm and serene air | L |
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot | K |
Which men call Earth and with low thoughted care | L |
Confined and pestered in this pinfold here | M |
Strive to keep up a frail and feverish being | N |
Unmindful of the crown that Virtue gives | C |
After this mortal change to her true servants | C |
Amongst the enthroned gods on sainted seats | C |
Yet some there be that by due steps aspire | O |
To lay their just hands on that golden key | E |
That opes the palace of eternity | E |
To Such my errand is and but for such | P |
I would not soil these pure ambrosial weeds | C |
With the rank vapours of this sin worn mould | K |
But to my task Neptune besides the sway | Q |
Of every salt flood and each ebbing stream | R |
Took in by lot 'twixt high and nether Jove | G |
Imperial rule of all the sea girt isles | C |
That like to rich and various gems inlay | Q |
The unadorned bosom of the deep | S |
Which he to grace his tributary gods | C |
By course commits to several government | K |
And gives them leave to wear their sapphire crowns | C |
And wield their little tridents But this Isle | H |
The greatest and the best of all the main | T |
He quarters to his blue haired deities | C |
And all this tract that fronts the falling sun | I |
A noble Peer of mickle trust and power | F |
Has in his charge with tempered awe to guide | K |
An old and haughty nation proud in arms | C |
Where his fair offspring nursed in princely lore | A |
Are coming to attend their father's state | K |
And new intrusted sceptre But their way | Q |
Lies through the perplexed paths of this drear wood | K |
The nodding horror of whose shady brows | C |
Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger | F |
And here their tender age might suffer peril | H |
But that by quick command from sovran Jove | G |
I was despatched for their defence and guard | K |
And listen why for I will tell you now | U |
What never yet was heard in tale or song | V |
From old or modern bard in hall or bower | F |
Bacchus that first from out the purple grape | W |
Crushed the sweet poison of misused wine | X |
After the Tuscan mariners transformed | K |
Coasting the Tyrrhene shore as the winds listed | K |
On Circe's island fell Who knows not Circe | C |
The daughter of the Sun whose charmed cup | Y |
Whoever tasted lost his upright shape | W |
And downward fell into a grovelling swine | X |
This Nymph that gazed upon his clustering locks | C |
With ivy berries wreathed and his blithe youth | Z |
Had by him ere he parted thence a son | I |
Much like his father but his mother more | A |
Whom therefore she brought up and Comus named | K |
Who ripe and frolic of his full grown age | A2 |
Roving the Celtic and Iberian fields | C |
At last betakes him to this ominous wood | K |
And in thick shelter of black shades imbowered | K |
Excels his mother at her mighty art | K |
Offering to every weary traveller | F |
His orient liquor in a crystal glass | C |
To quench the drouth of Phoebus which as they taste | K |
For most do taste through fond intemperate thirst | K |
Soon as the potion works their human count'nance | C |
The express resemblance of the gods is changed | K |
Into some brutish form of wolf or bear | L |
Or ounce or tiger hog or bearded goat | K |
All other parts remaining as they were | F |
And they so perfect is their misery | E |
Not once perceive their foul disfigurement | K |
But boast themselves more comely than before | A |
And all their friends and native home forget | K |
To roll with pleasure in a sensual sty | K |
Therefore when any favoured of high Jove | G |
Chances to pass through this adventurous glade | K |
Swift as the sparkle of a glancing star | B2 |
I shoot from heaven to give him safe convoy | G |
As now I do But first I must put off | G |
These my sky robes spun out of Iris' woof | G |
And take the weeds and likeness of a swain | T |
That to the service of this house belongs | C |
Who with his soft pipe and smooth dittied song | V |
Well knows to still the wild winds when they roar | A |
And hush the waving woods nor of less faith | C2 |
And in this office of his mountain watch | D2 |
Likeliest and nearest to the present aid | K |
Of this occasion But I hear the tread | K |
Of hateful steps I must be viewless now | U |
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COMUS enters with a charming rod in one hand his glass in the | E2 |
other with him a rout of monsters headed like sundry sorts of | G |
wild | K |
beasts but otherwise like men and women their apparel | H |
glistering | V |
They come in making a riotous and unruly noise with torches in | F2 |
their hands | C |
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COMUS The star that bids the shepherd fold | K |
Now the top of heaven doth hold | K |
And the gilded car of day | K |
His glowing axle doth allay | K |
In the steep Atlantic stream | R |
And the slope sun his upward beam | R |
Shoots against the dusky pole | H |
Pacing toward the other goal | H |
Of his chamber in the east | K |
Meanwhile welcome joy and feast | K |
Midnight shout and revelry | E |
Tipsy dance and jollity | K |
Braid your locks with rosy twine | X |
Dropping odours dropping wine | X |
Rigour now is gone to bed | K |
And Advice with scrupulous head | K |
Strict Age and sour Severity | K |
With their grave saws in slumber lie | K |
We that are of purer fire | F |
Imitate the starry quire | O |
Who in their nightly watchful spheres | C |
Lead in swift round the months and years | C |
The sounds and seas with all their finny drove | G |
Now to the moon in wavering morrice move | G |
And on the tawny sands and shelves | C |
Trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves | C |
By dimpled brook and fountain brim | G2 |
The wood nymphs decked with daisies trim | G2 |
Their merry wakes and pastimes keep | S |
What hath night to do with sleep | S |
Night hath better sweets to prove | G |
Venus now wakes and wakens Love | G |
Come let us our rights begin | F2 |
'T is only daylight that makes sin | F2 |
Which these dun shades will ne'er report | K |
Hail goddess of nocturnal sport | K |
Dark veiled Cotytto to whom the secret flame | H2 |
Of midnight torches burns mysterious dame | H2 |
That ne'er art called but when the dragon womb | I2 |
Of Stygian darkness spets her thickest gloom | I2 |
And makes one blot of all the air | L |
Stay thy cloudy ebon chair | L |
Wherein thou ridest with Hecat' and befriend | K |
Us thy vowed priests till utmost end | K |
Of all thy dues be done and none left out | K |
Ere the blabbing eastern scout | K |
The nice Morn on the Indian steep | S |
From her cabined loop hole peep | S |
And to the tell tale Sun descry | L |
Our concealed solemnity | K |
Come knit hands and beat the ground | K |
In a light fantastic round | K |
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The Measure | L |
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Break off break off I feel the different pace | C |
Of some chaste footing near about this ground | K |
Run to your shrouds within these brakes and trees | C |
Our number may affright Some virgin sure | L |
For so I can distinguish by mine art | K |
Benighted in these woods Now to my charms | C |
And to my wily trains I shall ere long | V |
Be well stocked with as fair a herd as grazed | K |
About my mother Circe Thus I hurl | H |
My dazzling spells into the spongy air | L |
Of power to cheat the eye with blear illusion | I |
And give it false presentments lest the place | C |
And my quaint habits breed astonishment | K |
And put the damsel to suspicious flight | K |
Which must not be for that's against my course | C |
I under fair pretence of friendly ends | C |
And well placed words of glozing courtesy | K |
Baited with reasons not unplausible | H |
Wind me into the easy hearted man | J2 |
And hug him into snares When once her eye | K |
Hath met the virtue of this magic dust | K |
I shall appear some harmless villager | L |
Whom thrift keeps up about his country gear | L |
But here she comes I fairly step aside | K |
And hearken if I may her business hear | L |
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The LADY enters | C |
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LADY This way the noise was if mine ear be true | L |
My best guide now Methought it was the sound | K |
Of riot and ill managed merriment | K |
Such as the jocund flute or gamesome pipe | K2 |
Stirs up among the loose unlettered hinds | C |
When for their teeming flocks and granges full | H |
In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan | J2 |
And thank the gods amiss I should be loth | L2 |
To meet the rudeness and swilled insolence | C |
Of such late wassailers yet oh where else | C |
Shall I inform my unacquainted feet | K |
In the blind mazes of this tangled wood | K |
My brothers when they saw me wearied out | K |
With this long way resolving here to lodge | M2 |
Under the spreading favour of these pines | C |
Stepped as they said to the next thicket side | K |
To bring me berries or such cooling fruit | K |
As the kind hospitable woods provide | K |
They left me then when the grey hooded Even | F2 |
Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed | K |
Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus' wain | T |
But where they are and why they came not back | V |
Is now the labour of my thoughts TTis likeliest | K |
They had engaged their wandering steps too far | L |
And envious darkness ere they could return | N2 |
Had stole them from me Else O thievish Night | K |
Why shouldst thou but for some felonious end | K |
In thy dark lantern thus close up the stars | C |
That Nature hung in heaven and filled their lamps | C |
With everlasting oil to give due light | K |
To the misled and lonely traveller | L |
This is the place as well as I may guess | C |
Whence even now the tumult of loud mirth | O2 |
Was rife and perfect in my listening ear | L |
Yet nought but single darkness do I find | K |
What might this be A thousand fantasies | C |
Begin to throng into my memory | K |
Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire | L |
And airy tongues that syllable men's names | C |
On sands and shores and desert wildernesses | C |
These thoughts may startle well but not astound | K |
The virtuous mind that ever walks attended | K |
By a strong siding champion Conscience | C |
O welcome pure eyed Faith white handed Hope | P2 |
Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings | C |
And thou unblemished form of Chastity | K |
I see ye visibly and now believe | G |
That He the Supreme Good to whom all things ill | H |
Are but as slavish officers of vengeance | C |
Would send a glistering guardian if need were | L |
To keep my life and honour unassailed | K |
Was I deceived or did a sable cloud | K |
Turn forth her silver lining on the night | K |
I did not err there does a sable cloud | K |
Turn forth her silver lining on the night | K |
And casts a gleam over this tufted grove | G |
I cannot hallo to my brothers but | K |
Such noise as I can make to be heard farthest | K |
I'll venture for my new enlivened spirits | C |
Prompt me and they perhaps are not far off | G |
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Song | V |
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Sweet Echo sweetest nymph that liv'st unseen | Q2 |
Within thy airy shell | H |
By slow Meander's margent green | Q2 |
And in the violet embroidered vale | H |
Where the love lorn nightingale | H |
Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well | H |
Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair | L |
That likest thy Narcissus are | L |
O if thou have | G |
Hid them in some flowery cave | G |
Tell me but where | L |
Sweet Queen of Parley Daughter of the Sphere | L |
So may'st thou be translated to the skies | C |
And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies | C |
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COMUS Can any mortal mixture of earthUs mould | K |
Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment | K |
Sure something holy lodges in that breast | K |
And with these raptures moves the vocal air | L |
To testify his hidden residence | C |
How sweetly did they float upon the wings | C |
Of silence through the empty vaulted night | K |
At every fall smoothing the raven down | R2 |
Of darkness till it smiled I have oft heard | K |
My mother Circe with the Sirens three | K |
Amidst the flowery kirtled Naiades | C |
Culling their potent herbs and baleful drugs | C |
Who as they sung would take the prisoned soul | H |
And lap it in Elysium Scylla wept | K |
And chid her barking waves into attention | I |
And fell Charybdis murmured soft applause | C |
Yet they in pleasing slumber lulled the sense | C |
And in sweet madness robbed it of itself | G |
But such a sacred and home felt delight | K |
Such sober certainty of waking bliss | C |
I never heard till now I'll speak to her | L |
And she shall be my queen QHail foreign wonder | L |
Whom certain these rough shades did never breed | K |
Unless the goddess that in rural shrine | X |
Dwell'st here with Pan or Sylvan by blest song | V |
Forbidding every bleak unkindly fog | V |
To touch the prosperous growth of this tall wood | K |
LADY Nay gentle shepherd ill is lost that praise | C |
That is addressed to unattending ears | C |
Not any boast of skill but extreme shift | K |
How to regain my severed company | K |
Compelled me to awake the courteous Echo | S2 |
To give me answer from her mossy couch | T2 |
COMUS What chance good lady hath bereft you thus | C |
LADY Dim darkness and this leafy labyrinth | U2 |
COMUS Could that divide you from near ushering guides | C |
LADY They left me weary on a grassy turf | G |
COMUS By falsehood or discourtesy or why | K |
LADY To seek i' the valley some cool friendly spring | V |
COMUS And left your fair side all unguarded Lady | K |
LADY They were but twain and purposed quick return | N2 |
COMUS Perhaps forestalling night prevented them | V2 |
LADY How easy my misfortune is to hit | K |
COMUS Imports their loss beside the present need | K |
LADY No less than if I should my brothers lose | C |
COMUS Were they of manly prime or youthful bloom | I2 |
LADY As smooth as Hebe's their unrazored lips | C |
COMUS Two such I saw what time the laboured ox | C |
In his loose traces from the furrow came | H2 |
And the swinked hedger at his supper sat | K |
I saw them under a green mantling vine | X |
That crawls along the side of yon small hill | H |
Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots | C |
Their port was more than human as they stood | K |
I took it for a faery vision | I |
Of some gay creatures of the element | K |
That in the colours of the rainbow live | G |
And play i' the plighted clouds I was awe strook | V |
And as I passed I worshiped If those you seek | V |
It were a journey like the path to Heaven | I |
To help you find them | V2 |
LADY Gentle villager | L |
What readiest way would bring me to that place | C |
COMUS Due west it rises from this shrubby point | K |
LADY To find out that good shepherd I suppose | C |
In such a scant allowance of star light | K |
Would overtask the best land pilot's art | K |
Without the sure guess of well practised feet | K |
COMUS I know each lane and every alley green | Q2 |
Dingle or bushy dell of this wild wood | K |
And every bosky bourn from side to side | K |
My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood | K |
And if your stray attendance be yet lodged | K |
Or shroud within these limits I shall know | S2 |
Ere morrow wake or the low roosted lark | V |
From her thatched pallet rouse If otherwise | C |
I can conduct you Lady to a low | S2 |
But loyal cottage where you may be safe | G |
Till further quest | K |
LADY Shepherd I take thy word | K |
And trust thy honest offered courtesy | K |
Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds | C |
With smoky rafters than in tapestry halls | C |
And courts of princes where it first was named | K |
And yet is most pretended In a place | C |
Less warranted than this or less secure | L |
I cannot be that I should fear to change it | K |
Eye me blest Providence and square my trial | H |
To my proportioned strength Shepherd lead on | W2 |
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The TWO BROTHERS | C |
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ELD BRO Unmuffle ye faint stars and thou fair moon | X2 |
That wont'st to love the traveller's benison | X2 |
Stoop thy pale visage through an amber cloud | K |
And disinherit Chaos that reigns here | L |
In double night of darkness and of shades | C |
Or if your influence be quite dammed up | Y |
With black usurping mists some gentle taper | L |
Though a rush candle from the wicker hole | H |
Of some clay habitation visit us | C |
With thy long levelled rule of streaming light | K |
And thou shalt be our star of Arcady | K |
Or Tyrian Cynosure | L |
SEC BRO Or if our eyes | C |
Be barred that happiness might we but hear | L |
The folded flocks penned in their wattled cotes | C |
Or sound of pastoral reed with oaten stops | C |
Or whistle from the lodge or village cock | V |
Count the night watches to his feathery dames | C |
'T would be some solace yet some little cheering | V |
In this close dungeon of innumerous boughs | C |
But oh that hapless virgin our lost sister | L |
Where may she wander now whither betake her | L |
From the chill dew amongst rude burs and thistles | C |
Perhaps some cold bank is her bolster now | X2 |
Or 'gainst the rugged bark of some broad elm | Y2 |
Leans her unpillowed head fraught with sad fears | C |
What if in wild amazement and affright | K |
Or while we speak within the direful grasp | Z2 |
Of savage hunger or of savage heat | K |
ELD BRO Peace brother be not over exquisite | K |
To cast the fashion of uncertain evils | C |
For grant they be so while they rest unknown | X2 |
What need a man forestall his date of grief | G |
And run to meet what he would most avoid | K |
Or if they be but false alarms of fear | L |
How bitter is such self delusion | X2 |
I do not think my sister so to seek | V |
Or so unprincipled in virtue's book | V |
And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever | L |
As that the single want of light and noise | C |
Not being in danger as I trust she is not | K |
Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughts | C |
And put them into misbecoming plight | K |
Virtue could see to do what Virtue would | K |
By her own radiant light though sun and moon | X2 |
Were in the flat sea sunk And Wisdom's self | G |
Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude | K |
Where with her best nurse Contemplation | X2 |
She plumes her feathers and lets grow her wings | C |
That in the various bustle of resort | K |
Were all to ruffled and sometimes impaired | K |
He that has light within his own clear breast | K |
May sit i' the centre and enjoy bright day | K |
But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts | C |
Benighted walks under the mid day sun | X2 |
Himself is his own dungeon | X2 |
SEC BRO 'Tis most true | L |
That musing meditation most affects | C |
The pensive secrecy of desert cell | H |
Far from the cheerful haunt of men and herds | C |
And sits as safe as in a senate house | C |
For who would rob a hermit of his weeds | C |
His few books or his beads or maple dish | A3 |
Or do his grey hairs any violence | C |
But Beauty like the fair Hesperian tree | L |
Laden with blooming gold had need the guard | K |
Of dragon watch with unenchanted eye | K |
To save her blossoms and defend her fruit | K |
From the rash hand of bold Incontinence | C |
You may as well spread out the unsunned heaps | C |
Of miser's treasure by an outlaw's den | X2 |
And tell me it is safe as bid me hope | P2 |
Danger will wink on Opportunity | L |
And let a single helpless maiden pass | C |
Uninjured in this wild surrounding waste | K |
Of night or loneliness it recks me not | K |
I fear the dread events that dog them both | B3 |
Lest some ill greeting touch attempt the person | X2 |
Of our unowned sister | L |
ELD BRO I do not brother | L |
Infer as if I thought my sister's state | K |
Secure without all doubt or controversy | L |
Yet where an equal poise of hope and fear | L |
Does arbitrate the event my nature is | C |
That I incline to hope rather than fear | L |
And gladly banish squint suspicion | X2 |
My sister is not so defenceless left | K |
As you imagine she has a hidden strength | C3 |
Which you remember not | K |
SEC BRO What hidden strength | C3 |
Unless the strength of Heaven if you mean that | K |
ELD BRO I mean that too but yet a hidden strength | C3 |
Which if Heaven gave it may be termed her own | X2 |
'Tis chastity my brother chastity | L |
She that has that is clad in complete steel | H |
And like a quivered nymph with arrows keen | X2 |
May trace huge forests and unharboured heaths | C |
Infamous hills and sandy perilous wilds | C |
Where through the sacred rays of chastity | L |
No savage fierce bandite or mountaineer | L |
Will dare to soil her virgin purity | L |
Yea there where very desolation dwells | C |
By grots and caverns shagged with horrid shades | C |
She may pass on with unblenched majesty | L |
Be it not done in pride or in presumption | X2 |
Some say no evil thing that walks by night | K |
In fog or fire by lake or moorish fen | X2 |
Blue meagre hag or stubborn unlaid ghost | K |
That breaks his magic chains at curfew time | D3 |
No goblin or swart faery of the mine | X2 |
Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity | L |
Do ye believe me yet or shall I call | H |
Antiquity from the old schools of Greece | C |
To testify the arms of chastity | L |
Hence had the huntress Dian her dread bow | X2 |
Fair silver shafted queen for ever chaste | K |
Wherewith she tamed the brinded lioness | C |
And spotted mountain pard but set at nought | K |
The frivolous bolt of Cupid gods and men | X2 |
Feared her stern frown and she was queen o' the woods | C |
What was that snaky headed Gorgon shield | K |
That wise Minerva wore unconquered virgin | X2 |
Wherewith she freezed her foes to congealed stone | X2 |
But rigid looks of chaste austerity | K |
And noble grace that dashed brute violence | C |
With sudden adoration and blank awe | E3 |
So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity | K |
That when a soul is found sincerely so | C |
A thousand liveried angels lackey her | L |
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt | K |
And in clear dream and solemn vision | X2 |
Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear | L |
Till oft converse with heavenly habitants | C |
Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape | W |
The unpolluted temple of the mind | K |
And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence | C |
Till all be made immortal But when lust | K |
By unchaste looks loose gestures and foul talk | V |
But most by lewd and lavish act of sin | X2 |
Lets ill defilement to the inward parts | C |
The soul grows clotted by contagion | X2 |
Imbodies and imbrutes till she quite loose | C |
The divine property of her first being | V |
Such are those thick and gloomy shadows damp | F3 |
Oft seen in charnel vaults and sepulchres | C |
Lingering and sitting by a new made grave | G |
As loth to leave the body that it loved | K |
And linked itself by carnal sensualty | K |
To a degenerate and degraded state | K |
SEC BRO How charming is divine Philosophy | K |
Not harsh and crabbed as dull fools suppose | C |
But musical as is Apollo's lute | K |
And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets | C |
Where no crude surfeit reigns | C |
Eld Bro List | K |
list I hear | L |
Some far off hallo break the silent air | L |
SEC BRO Methought so too what should it be | K |
ELD BRO For | L |
certain | X2 |
Either some one like us night foundered here | L |
Or else some neighbour woodman or at worst | K |
Some roving robber calling to his fellows | C |
SEC BRO Heaven keep my sister Again again and near | L |
Best draw and stand upon our guard | K |
ELD BRO I'll hallo | H |
If he be friendly he comes well if not | K |
Defence is a good cause and Heaven be for us | C |
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The ATTENDANT SPIRIT habited like a shepherd | K |
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That hallo I should know What are you speak | V |
Come not too near you fall on iron stakes else | C |
SPIR What voice is that my young Lord speak again | X2 |
SEC BRO O brother Tt is my father's Shepherd sure | L |
ELD BRO Thyrsis whose artful strains have of delayed | K |
The huddling brook to hear his madrigal | H |
And sweetened every musk rose of the dale | H |
How camest thou here good swain Hath any ram | G3 |
Slipped from the fold or young kid lost his dam | G3 |
Or straggling wether the pent flock forsook | V |
How couldst thou find this dark sequestered nook | V |
SPIR O my loved master's heir and his next joy | G |
I came not here on such a trivial toy | G |
As a strayed ewe or to pursue the stealth | H3 |
Of pilfering wolf not all the fleecy wealth | H3 |
That doth enrich these downs is worth a thought | K |
To this my errand and the care it brought | K |
But oh my virgin Lady where is she | K |
How chance she is not in your company | K |
ELD BRO To tell thee sadly Shepherd without blame | H2 |
Or our neglect we lost her as we came | H2 |
SPIR Ay me unhappy then my fears are true | L |
ELD BRO What fears good Thyrsis Prithee briefly | K |
shew | L |
SPIR I'll tell ye 'T is not vain or fabulous | C |
Though so esteemed by shallow igrlorance | C |
What the sage poets taught by the heavenly Muse | C |
Storied of old in high immortal verse | C |
Of dire Chimeras and enchanted isles | C |
And rifted rocks whose entrance leads to Hell | H |
For such there be but unbelief is blind | K |
Within the navel of this hideous wood | K |
Immured in cypress shades a sorcerer dwells | C |
Of Bacchus and of Circe born great Comus | C |
Deep skilled in all his mother's witcheries | C |
And here to every thirsty wanderer | L |
By sly enticement gives his baneful cup | Y |
With many murmurs mixed whose pleasing poison | X2 |
The visage quite transforms of him that drinks | C |
And the inglorious likeness of a beast | K |
Fixes instead unmoulding reason's mintage | I3 |
Charactered in the face This have I learnt | K |
Tending my flocks hard by i' the hilly crofts | C |
That brow this bottom glade whence night by night | K |
He and his monstrous rout are heard to howl | H |
Like stabled wolves or tigers at their prey | K |
Doing abhorred rites to Hecate | K |
In their obscured haunts of inmost bowers | C |
Yet have they many baits and guileful spells | C |
To inveigle and invite the unwary sense | C |
Of them that pass unweeting by the way | K |
This evening late by then the chewing flocks | C |
Had ta'en their supper on the savoury herb | J3 |
Of knot grass dew besprent and were in fold | K |
I sat me down to watch upon a bank | V |
With ivy canopied and interwove | K |
With flaunting honeysuckle and began | X2 |
Wrapt in a pleasing fit of melancholy | K |
To meditate my rural minstrelsy | C |
Till fancy had her fill But ere a close | C |
The wonted roar was up amidst the woods | C |
And filled the air with barbarous dissonance | C |
At which I ceased and listened them awhile | H |
Till an unusual stop of sudden silence | C |
Gave respite to the drowsy flighted steeds | C |
That draw the litter of close curtained Sleep | S |
At last a soft and solemn breathing sound | K |
Rose like a steam of rich distilled perfumes | C |
And stole upon the air that even Silence | C |
Was took ere she was ware and wished she might | K |
Deny her nature and be never more | L |
Still to be so displaced I was all ear | L |
And took in strains that might create a soul | H |
Under the ribs of Death But oh ere long | V |
Too well I did perceive it was the voice | C |
Of my most honoured Lady your dear sister | L |
Amazed I stood harrowed with grief and fear | L |
And RO poor hapless nightingale thought I | K |
How sweet thou sing'st how near the deadly snare | L |
Then down the lawns I ran with headlong haste | K |
Through paths and turnings often trod by day | K |
Till guided by mine ear I found the place | C |
Where that damned wizard hid in sly disguise | C |
For so by certain signs I knew had met | K |
Already ere my best speed could prevent | K |
The aidless innocent lady his wished prey | K |
Who gently asked if he had seen such two | L |
Supposing him some neighbour villager | L |
Longer I durst not stay but soon I guessed | K |
Ye were the two she meant with that I sprung | V |
Into swift flight till I had found you here | L |
But further know I not | K |
SEC BRO O night and shades | C |
How are ye joined with hell in triple knot | K |
Against the unarmed weakness of one virgin | X2 |
Alone and helpless Is this the confidence | C |
You gave me brother | L |
ELD BRO Yes and keep it still | H |
Lean on it safely not a period | K |
Shall be unsaid for me Against the threats | C |
Of malice or of sorcery or that power | L |
Which erring men call Chance this I hold firm | K3 |
Virtue may be assailed but never hurt | K |
Surprised by unjust force but not enthralled | K |
Yea even that which Mischief meant most harm | L3 |
Shall in the happy trial prove most glory | K |
But evil on itself shall back recoil | H |
And mix no more with goodness when at last | K |
Gathered like scum and settled to itself | K |
It shall be in eternal restless change | M3 |
Self fed and self consumed If this fail | H |
The pillared firmament is rottenness | C |
And earth's base built on stubble But come let's on | X2 |
Against the opposing will and arm of heaven | X2 |
May never this just sword be lifted up | Y |
But for that damned magician let him be girt | K |
With all the griesly legions that troop | N3 |
Under the sooty flag of Acheron | X2 |
Harpies and Hydras or all the monstrous forms | C |
'Twixt Africa and Ind I'll find him out | K |
And force him to return his purchase back | V |
Or drag him by the curls to a foul death | O3 |
Cursed as his life | K |
SPIR Alas good venturous youth | Z |
I love thy courage yet and bold emprise | C |
But here thy sword can do thee little stead | K |
Far other arms and other weapons must | K |
Be those that quell the might of hellish charms | C |
He with his bare wand can unthread thy joints | C |
And crumble all thy sinews | C |
ELD BRO Why prithee | Z |
Shepherd | K |
How durst thou then thyself approach so near | L |
As to make this relation | X2 |
SPIR Care and utmost | K |
shifts | C |
How to secure the Lady from surprisal | H |
Brought to my mind a certain shepherd lad | K |
Of small regard to see to yet well skilled | K |
In every virtuous plant and healing herb | J3 |
That spreads her verdant leaf to the morning ray | K |
He loved me well and oft would beg me sing | V |
Which when I did he on the tender grass | C |
Would sit and hearken even to ecstasy | C |
And in requital ope his leathern scrip | P3 |
And show me simples of a thousand names | C |
Telling their strange and vigorous faculties | C |
Amongst the rest a small unsightly root | K |
But of divine effect he culled me out | K |
The leaf was darkish and had prickles on it | K |
But in another country as he said | K |
Bore a bright golden flower but not in this soil | H |
Unknown and like esteemed and the dull swain | X2 |
Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon | X2 |
And yet more med'cinal is it than that Moly | C |
That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave | K |
He called it Haemony and gave it me | C |
And bade me keep it as of sovran use | C |
'Gainst all enchantments mildew blast or damp | F3 |
Or ghastly Furies' apparition | X2 |
I pursed it up but little reckoning made | K |
Till now that this extremity compelled | K |
But now I find it true for by this means | C |
I knew the foul enchanter though disguised | K |
Entered the very lime twigs of his spells | C |
And yet came off If you have this about you | L |
As I will give you when we go you may | K |
Boldly assault the necromancer's hall | H |
Where if he be with dauntless hardihood | K |
And brandished blade rush on him break his glass | C |
And shed the luscious liquor on the ground | K |
But seize his wand Though he and his curst crew | L |
Fierce sign of battle make and menace high | K |
Or like the sons of Vulcan vomit smoke | V |
Yet will they soon retire if he but shrink | V |
ELD BRO Thyrsis lead on apace I'll follow thee | C |
And some good angel bear a shield before us | C |
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The Scene changes to a stately palace set out with all manner of | K |
deliciousness soft music tables spread with all dainties Comus | C |
appears with his rabble and the LADY set in an enchanted chair | L |
to | L |
whom he offers his glass which she puts by and goes about to | L |
rise | C |
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COMUS Nay Lady sit If I but wave this wand | K |
Your nerves are all chained up in alabaster | L |
And you a statue or as Daphne was | C |
Root bound that fled Apollo | H |
LADY Fool do not boast | K |
Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind | K |
With all thy charms although this corporal rind | K |
Thou hast immanacled while Heaven sees good | K |
COMUS Why are you vexed Lady why do you frown | X2 |
Here dwell no frowns nor anger from these gates | C |
Sorrow flies far See here be all the pleasures | C |
That fancy can beget on youthful thoughts | C |
When the fresh blood grows lively and returns | C |
Brisk as the April buds in primrose season | X2 |
And first behold this cordial julep here | L |
That flames and dances in his crystal bounds | C |
With spirits of balm and fragrant syrups mixed | K |
Not that Nepenthes which the wife of Thone | X2 |
In Egypt gave to Jove born Helena | X2 |
Is of such power to stir up joy as this | C |
To life so friendly or so cool to thirst | K |
Why should you be so cruel to yourself | K |
And to those dainty limbs which Nature lent | K |
For gentle usage and soft delicacy | C |
But you invert the covenants of her trust | K |
And harshly deal like an ill borrower | L |
With that which you received on other terms | C |
Scorning the unexempt condition | X2 |
By which all mortal frailty must subsist | K |
Refreshment after toil ease after pain | X2 |
That have been tired all day without repast | K |
And timely rest have wanted But fair virgin | X2 |
This will restore all soon | X2 |
LADY 'T will not false | C |
traitor | L |
'T will not restore the truth and honesty | K |
That thou hast banished from thy tongue with lies | C |
Was this the cottage and the safe abode | K |
Thou told'st me of What grim aspects are these | C |
These oughly headed monsters Mercy guard me | K |
Hence with thy brewed enchantments foul deceiver | L |
Hast thou betrayed my credulous innocence | C |
With vizored falsehood and base forgery | L |
And would'st thou seek again to trap me here | L |
With liquorish baits fit to ensnare a brute | K |
Were it a draught for Juno when she banquets | C |
I would not taste thy treasonous offer None | X2 |
But such as are good men can give good things | C |
And that which is not good is not delicious | C |
To a well governed and wise appetite | K |
COMUS foolishness of men that lend their ears | C |
To those budge doctors of the Stoic fur | L |
And fetch their precepts from the Cynic tub | Q3 |
Praising the lean and sallow Abstinence | C |
Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth | Z |
With such a full and unwithdrawing hand | K |
Covering the earth with odours fruits and flocks | C |
Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable | H |
But all to please and sate the curious taste | K |
And set to work millions of spinning worms | C |
That in their green shops weave the smooth haired silk | V |
To deck her sons and that no corner might | K |
Be vacant of her plenty in her own loins | C |
She hutched the all worshipped ore and precious gems | C |
To store her children with If all the world | K |
Should in a pet of temperance feed on pulse | C |
Drink the clear stream and nothing wear but frieze | C |
The All giver would be unthanked would be unpraised | K |
Not half his riches known and yet despised | K |
And we should serve him as a grudging master | L |
As a penurious niggard of his wealth | Z |
And live like Nature's bastards not her sons | C |
Who would be quite surcharged with her own weight | K |
And strangled with her waste fertility | K |
The earth cumbered and the winged air darked with plumes | C |
The herds would over multitude their lords | C |
The sea o'erfraught would swell and the unsought diamonds | C |
Would so emblaze the forehead of the deep | S |
And so bestud with stars that they below | H |
Would grow inured to light and come at last | K |
To gaze upon the sun with shameless brows | C |
List Lady be not coy and be not cozened | K |
With that same vaunted name Virginity | K |
Beauty is Nature's coin must not be hoarded | K |
But must be current and the good thereof | K |
Consists in mutual and partaken bliss | C |
Unsavoury in the enjoyment of itself | K |
If you let slip time like a neglected rose | C |
It withers on the stalk with languished head | K |
Beauty is Nature's brag and must be shown | X2 |
In courts at feasts and high solemnities | C |
Where most may wonder at the workmanship | P3 |
It is for homely features to keep home | R3 |
They had their name thence coarse complexions | C |
And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply | K |
The sampler and to tease the huswife's wool | H |
What need a vermeil tinctured lip for that | K |
Love darting eyes or tresses like the morn | X2 |
There was another meaning in these gifts | C |
Think what and be advised you are but young yet | K |
LADY I had not thought to have unlocked my lips | C |
In this unhallowed air but that this juggler | L |
Would think to charm my judgment as mine eyes | C |
Obtruding false rules pranked in reason's garb | S3 |
I hate when vice can bolt her arguments | C |
And virtue has no tongue to check her pride | K |
Impostor do not charge most innocent Nature | L |
As if she would her children should be riotous | C |
With her abundance She good cateress | C |
Means her provision only to the good | K |
That live according to her sober laws | C |
And holy dictate of spare Temperance | C |
If every just man that now pines with want | K |
Had but a moderate and beseeming share | L |
Of that which lewdly pampered Luxury | K |
Now heaps upon some few with vast excess | C |
Nature's full blessings would be well dispensed | K |
In unsuperfluous even proportion | X2 |
And she no whit encumbered with her store | L |
And then the Giver would be better thanked | K |
His praise due paid for swinish gluttony | K |
Ne'er looks to Heaven amidst his gorgeous feast | K |
But with besotted base ingratitude | K |
Crams and blasphemes his Feeder Shall I go on | X2 |
Or have I said enow To him that dares | C |
Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words | C |
Against the sun clad power of chastity | K |
Fain would I something say yet to what end | K |
Thou hast nor ear nor soul to apprehend | K |
The sublime notion and high mystery | K |
That must be uttered to unfold the sage | A2 |
And serious doctrine of Virginity | K |
And thou art worthy that thou shouldst not know | H |
More happiness than this thy present lot | K |
Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric | V |
That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence | C |
Thou art not fit to hear thyself convinced | K |
Yet should I try the uncontrolled worth | Z |
Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits | C |
To such a flame of sacred vehemence | C |
That dumb things would be moved to sympathise | C |
And the brute Earth would lend her nerves and shake | V |
Till all thy magic structures reared so high | K |
Were shattered into heaps o'er thy false head | K |
COMUS She fables not I feel that I do fear | L |
Her words set off by some superior power | L |
And though not mortal yet a cold shuddering dew | K |
Dips me all o'er as when the wrath of Jove | K |
Speaks thunder and the chains of Erebus | C |
To some of Saturn's crew I must dissemble | H |
And try her yet more strongly Come no more | L |
This is mere moral babble and direct | K |
Against the canon laws of our foundation | X2 |
I must not suffer this yet 't is but the lees | C |
And settlings of a melancholy blood | K |
But this will cure all straight one sip of this | C |
Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight | K |
Beyond the bliss of dreams Be wise and taste | K |
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The BROTHERS rush in with swords drawn wrest his glass out of | K |
his | C |
hand and break it against the ground his rout make sign of | K |
resistance but are all driven in The ATTENDANT SPIRIT comes in | X2 |
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SPIR What have you let the false enchanter scape | W |
O ye mistook ye should have snatched his wand | K |
And bound him fast Without his rod reversed | K |
And backward mutters of dissevering power | L |
We cannot free the Lady that sits here | L |
In stony fetters fixed and motionless | C |
Yet stay be not disturbed now I bethink me | K |
Some other means I have which may be used | K |
Which once of Meliboeus old I learnt | K |
The soothest shepherd that e'er piped on plains | C |
There is a gentle Nymph not far from hence | C |
That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream | R |
Sabrina is her name a virgin pure | L |
Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine | X2 |
That had the sceptre from his father Brute | K |
She guiltless damsel flying the mad pursuit | K |
Of her enraged stepdame Guendolen | X2 |
Commended her fair innocence to the flood | K |
That stayed her flight with his cross flowing course | C |
The water nymphs that in the bottom played | K |
Held up their pearled wrists and took her in | X2 |
Bearing her straight to aged Nereus' hall | H |
Who piteous of her woes reared her lank head | K |
And gave her to his daughters to imbathe | Z |
In nectared lavers strewed with asphodil | H |
And through the porch and inlet of each sense | C |
Dropt in ambrosial oils till she revived | K |
And underwent a quick immortal change | M3 |
Made Goddess of the river Still she retains | C |
Her maiden gentleness and oft at eve | K |
Visits the herds along the twilight meadows | C |
Helping all urchin blasts and ill luck signs | C |
That the shrewd meddling elf delights to make | V |
Which she with precious vialed liquors heals | C |
For which the shepherds at their festivals | C |
Carol her goodness loud in rustic lays | C |
And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream | R |
Of pansies pinks and gaudy daffodils | C |
And as the old swain said she can unlock | V |
The clasping charm and thaw the numbing spell | H |
If she be right invoked in warbled song | V |
For maidenhood she loves and will be swift | K |
To aid a virgin such as was herself | K |
In hard besetting need This will I try | K |
And add the power of some adjuring verse | C |
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SONG | V |
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Sabrina fair | L |
Listen where thou art sitting | V |
Under the glassy cool translucent wave | K |
In twisted braids of lilies knitting | V |
The loose train of thy amber dropping hair | L |
Listen for dear honour's sake | V |
Goddess of the silver lake | V |
Listen and save | K |
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Listen and appear to us | C |
In name of great Oceanus | C |
By the earth shaking Neptune's mace | C |
And Tethys' grave majestic pace | C |
By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look | V |
And the Carpathian wizard's hook | V |
By scaly Triton's winding shell | H |
And old soothsaying Glaucus' spell | H |
By Leucothea's lovely hands | C |
And her son that rules the strands | C |
By Thetis' tinsel slippered feet | K |
And the songs of Sirens sweet | K |
By dead Parthenope's dear tomb | I2 |
And fair Ligea's golden comb | R3 |
Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks | C |
Sleeking her soft alluring locks | C |
By all the Nymphs that nightly dance | C |
Upon thy streams with wily glance | C |
Rise rise and heave thy rosy head | K |
From thy coral paven bed | K |
And bridle in thy headlong wave | K |
Till thou our summons answered have | K |
Listen and save | K |
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SABRINA rises attended by water nymphs and sings | C |
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By the rushy fringed bank | V |
Where grows the willow and the osier dank | V |
My sliding chariot stays | C |
Thick set with agate and the azurn sheen | X2 |
Of turkis blue and emerald green | X2 |
That in the channel strays | C |
Whilst from off the waters fleet | K |
Thus I set my printless feet | K |
O'er the cowslip's velvet head | K |
That bends not as I tread | K |
Gentle swain at thy request | K |
I am here | L |
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SPIR Goddess dear | L |
We implore thy powerful hand | K |
To undo the charmed band | K |
Of true virgin here distressed | K |
Through the force and through the wile | H |
Of unblessed enchanter vile | H |
SABR Shepherd 't is my office best | K |
To help ensnared chastity | K |
Brightest Lady look on me | K |
Thus I sprinkle on thy breast | K |
Drops that from my fountain pure | L |
I have kept of precious cure | L |
Thrice upon thy finger's tip | P3 |
Thrice upon thy rubied lip | P3 |
Next this marble venomed seat | K |
Smeared with gums of glutinous heat | K |
I touch with chaste palms moist and cold | K |
Now the spell hath lost his hold | K |
And I must haste ere morning hour | L |
To wait in Amphitrite's bower | L |
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SABRINA descends and the LADY rises out of her seat | K |
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SPIR Virgin daughter of Locrine | X2 |
Sprung of old Anchises' line | X2 |
May thy brimmed waves for this | C |
Their full tribute never miss | C |
From a thousand petty rills | C |
That tumble down the snowy hills | C |
Summer drouth or singed air | L |
Never scorch thy tresses fair | L |
Nor wet October's torrent flood | K |
Thy molten crystal fill with mud | K |
May thy billows roll ashore | L |
The beryl and the golden ore | L |
May thy lofty head be crowned | K |
With many a tower and terrace round | K |
And here and there thy banks Upon | X2 |
With groves of myrrh and cinnamon | X2 |
Come Lady while Heaven lends us grace | C |
Let us fly this cursed place | C |
Lest the sorcerer us entice | C |
With some other new device | C |
Not a waste or needless sound | K |
Till we come to holier ground | K |
I shall be your faithful guide | K |
Through this gloomy covert wide | K |
And not many furlongs thence | C |
Is your Father's residence | C |
Where this night are met in state | K |
Many a friend to gratulate | K |
His wished presence and beside | K |
All the swains that there abide | K |
With jigs and rural dance resort | K |
We shall catch them at their sport | K |
And our sudden coming there | L |
Will double all their mirth and cheer | L |
Come let us haste the stars grow high | K |
But Night sits monarch yet in the mid sky | K |
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The Scene changes presenting Ludlow Town and the PresidentUs | C |
Castle then come in Country Dancers after them the ATTENDANT | K |
SPIRIT with the two BROTHERS and the LADY | K |
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SONG | V |
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SPIR Back shepherds back Enough your play | H |
Till next sun shine holiday | H |
Here be without duck or nod | K |
Other trippings to be trod | K |
Of lighter toes and such court guise | C |
As Mercury did first devise | C |
With the mincing Dryades | C |
On the lawns and on the leas | C |
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The second Song presents them to their Father and Mother | L |
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Noble Lord and Lady bright | K |
I have brought ye new delight | K |
Here behold so goodly grown | X2 |
Three fair branches of your own | X2 |
Heaven hath timely tried their youth | Z |
Their faith their patience and their truth | Z |
And sent them here through hard assays | C |
With a crown of deathless praise | C |
To triumph in victorious dance | C |
O'er sensual folly and intemperance | C |
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The dances ended the SPIRIT epiloguizes | C |
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SPIR To the ocean now I fly | K |
And those happy climes that lie | K |
Where day never shuts his eye | K |
Up in the broad fields of the sky | K |
There I suck the liquid air | L |
All amidst the gardens fair | L |
Of Hesperus and his daughters three | K |
That sing about the golden tree | K |
Along the crisped shades and bowers | C |
Revels the spruce and jocund Spring | V |
The Graces and the rosy bosomed Hours | C |
Thither all their bounties bring | V |
There eternal Summer dwells | C |
And west winds with musky wing | V |
About the cedarn alleys fling | V |
Nard and cassia's balmy smells | C |
Iris there with humid bow | X2 |
Waters the odorous banks that blow | H |
Flowers of more mingled hue | K |
Than her purfled scarf can shew | K |
And drenches with Elysian dew | K |
List mortals if your ears be true | K |
Beds of hyacinth and roses | C |
Where young Adonis oft reposes | C |
Waxing well of his deep wound | K |
In slumber soft and on the ground | K |
Sadly sits the Assyrian queen | X2 |
But far above in spangled sheen | X2 |
Celestial Cupid her famed son advanced | K |
Holds his dear Psyche sweet entranced | K |
After her wandering labours long | V |
Till free consent the gods among | V |
Make her his eternal bride | K |
And from her fair unspotted side | K |
Two blissful twins are to be born | X2 |
Youth and Joy so Jove hath sworn | X2 |
But now my task is smoothly done | X2 |
I can fly or I can run | X2 |
Quickly to the green earth's end | K |
Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend | K |
And from thence can soar as soon | X2 |
To the corners of the moon | X2 |
Mortals that would follow me | K |
Love virtue she alone is free | K |
She can teach ye how to climb | D3 |
Higher than the sphery chime | D3 |
Or if Virtue feeble were | L |
Heaven itself would stoop to her | L |
John Milton
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