Death ready stands to interpose his dart.
Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song.
Spirits that live throughout, Vital in every part, not as frail man, In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins, Cannot but by annihilating die.
Man hath his daily work of body or mind Appointed, which declares his dignity, And the regard of Heav'n on all his ways.
Let her (Truth) and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?
By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth or idle dreams, our history now arrives on the confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at a far distance, true colours and shapes.
His sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.
Among the writers of all ages, some deserve fame, and have it; others neither have nor deserve it; some have it, not deserving it; others, though deserving it, yet totally miss it, or have it not equal to their deserts.
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.
Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be a sin to know? Can it be death?
Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
For Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both; so soft And uncompounded is their essence pure, Not tied or manacled with joint or limb, Nor founded on the brittle strength of bones, Like cumbrous flesh; but in what shape they choose Dilated or condensed, bright or obscure, Can execute their airy purposes, And works of love or enmity fulfil.
So many laws argues so many sins.
With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.
They also serve who only stand and wait.
The timely dew of sleep.
And out of good still to find means of evil.
Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
Nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote.
Who knows not Circe, The daughter of the Sun , whose charmed cup Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape, And downward fell into a groveling swine?
Yet hold it more humane, more heav'nly, first, By winning words to conquer willing hearts, And make persuasion do the work of fear.
And these gems of Heav'n, her starry train.
So hand in hand they passed, the loveliest pair that ever since in love's embraces met -- Adam, the goodliest man of men since born his sons; the fairest of her daughters Eve.
To know that which lies before us in daily life is the prime wisdom.
Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!
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