When The New Light Which

And Some Are Fall'n, To Disobedience Fall'n, And So From Heav'n To Deepest Hell; O Fall From What High State Of Bliss Into What Woe!

Yet Once More, O Ye Laurels, And Once More Ye Myrtles Brown, With Ivy Never Sere, I Come To Pluck Your Berries Harsh And Crude, And With Forced Fingers Rude Shatter Your Leaves Before The Mellowing Year.

Loneliness Is The First Thing Which God's Eye Named Not Good.

O When Meet Now Such Pairs, In Love And Mutual Honour Joined?

The Spirits Perverse With Easy Intercourse Pass To And Fro, To Tempt Or Punish Mortals.