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Shall be unsaid for me : against the threats And shed the luscious liquor on the ground
But seize his wand; though he and his curs'
Fierce sign of battle make, and menace high,
El. Br. Thyrsis, lead on apace, I'll follow thee; But evil on itself shall back recoil,
And some good angel bear a shield before us.
The Scene changes to a stately palace, set out a Self-fed, and self-consum'd: if this fail,
all manner of deliciousness : soft music, tabios The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,
spread with all dainties. Comus appears at And Earth's base built on stubble. - But come,
his rabble, and the Lady set in an enchante! let's on.
chair, to whom he offers his glass, which se Against the opposing will and arm of Heaven 600
puts by, and goes about to rise. May never this just sword be lifted up;
Nay, lady, sit ; if I but wave this wand,
Your nerves are all chain'd up in alabaster, 660 Harpies and Hydras, or all the monstrous forms And you a statue, or, as Daphine was, 'Twixt Africa and Ind, I'll find him out,
Root-bound, that fled Apollo. And force him to return his purchase back,
Fool, do not boast; Or drag him by the curls to a foul death,
Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind Curs'd as his life.
With all thy charms, although this corporal rind Spir.
Alas! good venturous youth, Thou hast immanacled, while Heaven sees good. I love thy courage yet, and bold emprise; 610 Com. Why are you vex’d, lady? Why do you But here thy sword can do thee little stead;
frown? Far other arms and other weapons must
Here dwell no frowns, nor anger; from these gates! Be those, that quell the might of hellish charms : Sorrow fies far: see, here be all the pleasures, He with his bare wand can unthread thy joints, That fancy can beget on youthful thoughts, And crumble all thy sinews.
When the fresh blood grows lively, and returns 1 El. Br.
Why pr’ythee, shepherd, Brisk as the April buds in primrose-season.
That flames and dances in his crystal bounds,
Care, and utmost shifts, With spirits of balm and fragrant syrops mix'd; How to secure the lady from surprisal,
Not that nepenthes, which the wife of Thone
To life so friendly, or so cool to thirst.
For gentle usage and soft delicacy ? Would sit and hearken even to ecstasy,
But you invert the covenants of her trust,
And harshly deal like an ill borrower
By which all mortal frailty must subsist,
And timely rest have wanted ; but, fair virgin,
"Twill not, false traitor! 690 Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon :
"Twill not restore the truth and honesty, And yet more med'cinal is it than that moly, That thou hast banished from thy tongue with lies. That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave;
Was this the cottage, and the safe abode, He call'd it hæmony, and gave it me, .
Thou toldst me of? What grim aspects are these, And bade me keep it as of sovran use
These ugly-headed monsters ? Mercy guard me! 'Gainst all enchantments, mildew, blast, or damp, Hence with thy brew'd enchantments, foul de Or ghastly furies' apparition.
ceiver ! I purs'd it up, but little reckoning made,
Hast thou betray'd my credulous innocence Till now that this extremity compellid :
With visor'd falsehood and base forgery? But now I find it true ; for by this means
And wouldst thou seek again to trap me here I knew the foul enchanter though disguis'd, With lickerish baits, fit to ensnare a brute ? 700 Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells,
Were it a draught for Juno when she banquets, And yet came off: if you have this about you, I would not taste thy treasonous offer ; none As (I will give you when we go) you may But such as are good men can give good things; Boidly assault the necromancer's hall;
And that which is not good, is not delicious Where if he be, with dauntless hardihood, 650 To a well-govern'd and wise appetite, And brandish'd blade, rush on him; break liis glass, | Com. O foolishness of men ! that lend their ears
those budge doctors of the Stoic fur,
If every just man, that now pines with want, nd fetch their precepts from the Cynic tub, Had but a moderate and beseeming share aising the lean and sallow Abstinence.
Of that which lewdly pamper'd Luxury 775 herefore did nature pour her bounties forth 710 Now heaps upon some few with vast excess, ith such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Nature's full blessings would be well dispens'd overing the Earth with odours, fruits, and flocks, In unsuperfluous even proportion, hronging the seas with spawn innumerable, And she no whit encumber'd with her store; ut all to please and sate the curious taste ? And then the Giver would be better thank'd, nd set to work millions of spinning worms, His praise due paid : for swinish Gluttony hat in their green-shops weave the smooth-hair'd Ne'er looks to Heaven amidst'his gorgeous feast, silk,
But with besotted base ingratitude o deck her sons; and that no corner might Crams, and blasphemes his feeder. Shall I go on? e vacant of her plenty, in her own loins
Or have I said enough? To him that dares 780 ne hutch'd the all-worshipt ore, and precious Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words gems,
Against the sun-clad power of Chastity, o store ber children with : if all the world 720 Fain would I something say, yet to what end ? hould in a pet of temperance feed on pulse, Thou hast nor car, nor soul, to apprehend rink the clear stream, and nothing wear but | The sublime notion, and high mystery, frieze,
'That must be utter'd to unfold the sage "he All-giver would be unthank'd, would be un And serious doctrine of Virginity; prais'd,
And thou art worthy that thou shouldst not know tot half his riches known, and yet despis'd : More happiness than this thy present lot. und we should serve him as a grudging master, Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric, 790 s a penurious niggard of his wealth ;
'That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence ; and live like Nature's bastards, not her sons, Thou art not fit to hear thyself convinc'd : Cho would be quite surcharg’d with her own Yet, should I try, the uncontrolled worth weight,
Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits Ind strangled with her waste fertility;
To such a flame of sacred vehemence, he Earth cumber'd, and the wing'd air dark'd That dumb things would be mov'd to sympathize, with plumes,
730 And the brute Earth would lend her nerves, and he herds would over-multitude their lords,
shake, he sea o'erfraught would swell, and the unsought Till all thy magic structures, rear'd so high, diamonds
Were shatter'd into heaps o'er thy false head. Vould so imblaze the forehead of the deep,
Com. She fables not; I feel that I do fear 80C Ind so bestud with stars, that they below
Her words set off by some superior power; Vould grow inur’d to light, and come at last And though not mortal, yet a cold shuddering dew Co gaze upon the Sun with shameless brows.
Dips me all o'er, as when the wrath of Jove ist, lady: be not coy, and be not cosen'd
Speaks thunder, and the chains of Erebus, Vith that same vaunted name, Virginity.
To some of Saturn's crew. I must dissemble, Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded, And try her yet more strongly: - Come, no more; But must be current; and the good thereof 740 This is mere moral babble, and direct, Consists in mutual and partaken bliss,
Against the canon-Jaws of our foundation ; Insavoury in the enjoyment of itself;
I must not suffer this : yet 'tis but the lees f you let slip time, like a neglected rose
And settlings of a melancholy blood :
810 t withers on the stalk with languish'd head. But this will cure all straight : one sip of this Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, (n courts, at feasts, and high solemnities,
Beyond the bliss of dreams. Be wise and taste. Where most may wonder at the workmanship; It is for homely features to keep home, They had their name thence; coarse complexions,
The Brothers rush in with swords drawn, wrest his And cheeks of sorry grain, will serve to ply 750
glass out of his hand, and break it against the The sampler, and to tease the huswife's wool ground; his rout make sign of resistance; but are What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that,
all driven in. The Attendant Spirit comes in. Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the Morn? There was another meaning in these gifts ;
SPIRIT. Think what, and be advis'd; you are but young What, have you let the false enchanter 'scape? yet.
O ye mistook, ye should have snatch'd his wand, Lad. I had not thought to have unlock'd my lips And bound him fast; without his rod revers'd, In this unhallow'd air, but that this juggler And backward mutters of dissevering power, Would think to charm my judgment, as mine eyes, We cannot free the Lady that sits here Obtruding false rules prank’a in reason's garb. In stony fetters fix'd, and motionless : I hate when Vice can bolt her arguments, 760 | Yet stay, be not disturb’d; now I bethink me, And Virtue has no tongue to check her pride. Some other means I have which may be us'd, Impostor! do not charge most innocent Nature, Which once of Melibæus old I learnt, As if she would her children should be riotous The soothest shepherd that e'er pip'd on plains, With her abundance; she, good cateress,
There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, Means her provision only to the good,
That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn That live according to her sober laws,
stream, And holy dictate of spare Temperance :
Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure ;
Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine,
My sliding chariot stays, That had the sceptre from his father brute.
Thick set with agate, and the azurn sheen She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit Of turkis blue, and emerald green, Of her enraged stepdame Guendolen,
830 That in the channel strays; Commended her fair innocence to the flood,
Whilst from off the waters fleet
Sp. Goddess dear,
We implore thy powerful hand And through the porch and inlet of each sense
To undo the charmed band Dropt in ambrosial oils, till she reviv'd, 840 Of true virgin here distrest, And underwent a quick immortal change,
Through the force, and through the wile, Made goddess of the river : still she retains
Of unblest enchanter vile. Her maiden gentleness, and oft at eve
Sabr. Shepherd, 'tis my office best
To help ensnared chastity :
I have kept, of precious cure;
Thrice upon thy finger's tip And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream Thrice upon thy rubied lip: Of pansies, pinks, and gaudy daffodils.
Next this marble venom'd seat,
Smear’d with gums of glutinous heat,
Now the spell hath lost his hold;
To wait in Amphitrite's bower.
Sp. Virgin, daughter of Locrine Sabrina fair,
Sprung of old Anchises' line, Listen where thou art sitting
May thy brimmed waves for this
Their full tribute never miss
From a thousand petty rills,
That tumble down the snowy hills : Listen for dear honour's sake,
Summer drought, or singed air, Goddess of the silver lake,
Never scorch thy tresses fair,
Nor wet October's torrent flood
Thy molten crystal fill with mud;
May thy billows roll ashore
The beryl and the golden ore;
May thy lofty head be crown'd
With many a tower and terrace round,
And here and there thy banks upon
With groves of myrrh and cinnamon.
Come, lady, while Heaven lends us grace, And old sooth-saying Glaucus' spell, By Leucothea's lovely hands,
Let us fly this cursed place,
Lest the sorcerer us entice And her son that rules the strands,
With some other new device. By Thetis' tinsel-slipper'd feet,
Not a waste or needless sound,
Till we come to holier ground;
I shall be your faithful guide
880 Wherewith she sits on diamond rock,
Through this gloomy covert wide, Sleeking her soft alluring locks;
And not many furlongs thence By all the nymphs that nightly dance
Is your father's residence,
Where this night are met in state
Many a friend to gratulate
His wish'd presence; and beside And bridle in thy headlong wavė,
All the swains, that there abide,
With jigs and rural dance resort ;
We shall catch them at their sport,
And our sudden coming there
Will double all their mirth and cheer:
890 But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky. Wliere grows the willow, and the ozier dank,
e Scene changes, presenting Ludlow town and the And from thence can soar as soon
Love Virtue ; she alone is free :
Higher than the sphery chime; · Back, shepherds, back; enough your play,
Or if Virtue feeble were, Il next sun-shine holiday :
Heaven itself would stoop to her. ere be, without duck or nod,
960 her trippings to be trod : lighter toes, and such court guise s Mercury did first devise,
PARADISE LOST. ith the mincing Dryades, n the lawns, and on the leas.
Book I. ris second Song presents them to their Father and
The first Book proposes, first in brief, the whole Noble lord, and lady bright,
subject, Man's disobedience, and the loss therehave brought ye new delight;
upon of Paradise wherein he was placed : then ere behold so goodly grown
touches the prime cause of his fall, the Serpent, hree fair branches of your own ;
or rather Satan in the serpent; who, revolting eaven hath timely tried their youth,
from God, and drawing to his side many legions heir faith, their patience, and their truth,
of angels, was, by the command of God, driven nd sent them here through hard assays
out of Heaven, with all his crew, into the great Vith a crown of deathless praise,
deep. Which action passed over, the poem hastens To triumph in victorious dance
into the midst of things, presenting Satan with his l'er sensual Folly and Intemperance.
angels now falling into Hell described here, not
in the center (for Heaven and Earth may be supThe dances [being] ended, the Spirit epiloguizes. posed as yet not made, certainly not yet accursed) Sp. To the ocean now I fly,
but in a place of utter darkness, fitliest called ind those happy climes that lie
Chaos : here Satan with his angels lying on the Vhere day never shuts his eye,
burning lake, thunder-struck and astonished, after p in the broad fields of the sky :
a certain space recovers, as from confusion, calls here I suck the liquid air
980 up him who next in order and dignity lay by him : Ill amidst the gardens fair
they confer of their miserable fall; Satan awakens f Hesperus, and his daughters three
all his legions, who lay till then in the same manhat sing about the golden tree :
ner confounded. They rise; their numbers; Ilong the crisped shades and bowers
array of battle; their chief leaders named, accordlevels the spruce and jocund Spring;
ing to the idols known afterwards in Canaan and The Graces, and the rosy-bosoin'd Hours,
the countries adjoining. To these Satan directs Thither all their bounties bring;
his speech, comforts them with hope yet of regain('here eternal Summer dwells,
ing Heaven, but tells them lastly of a new world Ind west-winds, with musky wing,
990 and new kind of creature to be created, according About the cedar'd alleys fling
to an ancient prophecy, or report in Heaven ; for, Nard and cassia's balmy smells.
that angels were long before this visible creation, (ris there with humid bow
was the opinion of many ancient Fathers. To Waters the odorous banks, that blow
find out the truth of this prophecy, and what to Flowers of more mingled hew
determine thereon, he refers to a full council. Than her purfled scarf can show ;
What his associates thence attempt. PandemoAnd drenches with Elysian dew
nium, the palace of Satan, rises, suddenly built (List, mortals, if your ears be true)
out of the deep: the infernal peers there sit in Beds of hyacinth and roses,
council. Where young Adonis oft reposes, Waxing well of his deep wound
1000 OF Man's first disobedience, and the fruit In slumber soft, and on the ground
Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Sadly sits the Assyrian queen:
Brought death into the world, and all our woe, But far above in spangled sheen
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Celestial Cupid, her fam'd son, advanc'd,
Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Holds his dear Psyche sweet entranc'd.
Sing, heavenly Muse, that on the secret top After her wandering labours long,
Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire Till free consent the Gods among
That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, Make her his eternal bride,
In the beginning, how the Heavens and Earth And from her fair unspotted side
Rose out of Chaos : Or, if Sion hill Two blissful twins are to be born,
1010 | Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flow'd Youth and Joy: so Jove hath sworn.
Fast by the oracle of God; I thence But now my task is smoothly done,
Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song, I can fly, or I can run,
That with no middle Aight intends to soar Quickly to the green earth's end,
Above the Aonian mount, while it pursues Where the bov:'d welkin slow doth bend ;
Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.
And chiefly thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer Cloth'd with transcendent brightness, didst outst
From what height fall'n, so much the stronger pro That to the height of this great argument
He with his thunder : and till then who knew I may assert eternal Providence,
The force of those dire arms? Yet not for those And justify the ways of God to men.
Nor what the potent Victor in his rage Say first, for Heaven hides nothing from thy view, Can else inflict, do I repent or change, Nor the deep tract of Hell ; say first, what cause Though chang'd in outward lustre, that fix'd min Mov'd our grand parents, in that happy state, And high disdain from sense of injur’d merit, Favour'd of Heaven so highly, to fall off
That with the Mightiest rais'd me to contend, From their Creator, and transgress his will
And to the fierce contention brought along
That durst dislike his reign, and, me preferring, The infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile, His utmost power with adverse power oppos'd Stirr'd up with cnvy and revenge, deceiv'd
In dubious battle on the plains of Heaven, The mother of mankind, what time his pride And shook his throne. [What though the field te Had cast him out from Heaven, with all his host
lost? Of rebel angels; by whose aid, aspiring
All is not lost ; the unconquerable will, To set himself in glory above his peers,
And study of revenge, immortal hate, He trusted to have equalled the Most High, And courage never to submit or yield, If he oppos’d; and, with ambitious aim
And what is else not to be overcome; Against the throne and monarchy of God,
That glory never shall his wrath or might Rais'd impious war in Heaven, and battle proud, Extort from me.
To bow and sue for grace With vain attempt. Him the Almighty power, With suppliant knee, and deify his power Hurl'd headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, Who from the terrour of this arm so late With hideous ruin and combustion, down
Doubted his empire ; that were low indeed, To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell
That were an ignominy, and shame beneath In adamantine chains and penal fire,
This downfall: since by fate the strength of Gods Who durst defy thc Omnipotent to arms.
And this empyreal substance cannot fail, Nine times the space that measures day and night Since through experience of this great event To mortal men, he with his horrid crew
In arms not worse, in foresight much advanc'd, Lay vanquish’d, rolling in the fiery gull,
We may with more successful hope resolve
Who now triumphs, and, in the excess of joy Torments him : round he throws his baleful cyes, Sole reigning, holds the tyranny of Heaven.' 'That witness'd huge affliction and dismay,
So spake the apostate angel, though in pain, Mix'd with obdurate pride and stedfast hate; Vaunting aloud, but rack'd with deep despair : At once, as far as angels ken, he views
And him thus answer'd soon his bold compeer. The dismal situation, waste and wild ;
“ O prince, O chief of many throned powers, A dungeon horrible on all sides round,
That led the embattled seraphim to war As one great furnace flam'd; yet from those llames Under thy conduct, and in dreadful deeds No light; but rather darkness visible,
Fearless, endanger'd Heaven's perpetual king, Serv'd only to discover sights of woe,
And put to proof his high supremacy, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace Whether upheld by strength, or chance, or fate ; And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes Too well I see, and rue the dire event, That comes to all : but torture without end
That with sad overthrow, and foul defeat, Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed
Hath lost us Heaven, and all this mighty host With ever-burning sulphur unconsum'd:
In horrible destruction laid thus low,
As far as gods and heavenly essences
Invincible, and vigour soon returns,
Or do him mightier service as his thralls And thence in Heaven callid Satan, with bold words By right of war, wbate'er his business be, Breaking the horrid silence, thus began.
Here in the heart of Hell to work in fire, “ If thou beest he; but o, how fail'n! how Or do his errands in the gloomy deep ; chang'a
What can it then avail, though yet we feel From him, who in the happy realms of light. Strength undiminish'd, or eternal being