That even to his last breath (ther be that say't) L'Allegro Hence loathed Melancholy Of Cerberus, and blackest midnight born, In Stygian Cave forlorn 'Mongst borrid shapes, and shreiks, and sights unholy, Find out som uncouth cell, Where brooding darknes Spreads his jealous wings, And the night-Raven sings; There under Ebon shades, and low-brow'd Rocks, As ragged as thy Locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell. Zephir with Aurora playing, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, To live with her, and live with thee, |