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 |
| - | |
| 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 |
| - | |
| 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 |
| - | |
| 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 |
| - | |
| 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 |
| - | |
| SABRINA rises attended by water nymphs and sings | C |
| - | |
| 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 |
| - | |
| 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 |
| - | |
| SABRINA descends and the LADY rises out of her seat | K |
| - | |
| 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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