They Eat, They Drink, And

Rather Than Be Less Car'd Not To Be At All.

Hear All Ye Angels, Progeny Of Light, Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers.

A Boundless Continent, Dark, Waste, And Wild, Under The Frown Of Night Starless Expos'd.

Govern Well Thy Appetite, Lest Sin Surprise Thee, And Her Black Attendant Death.

The Timely Dew Of Sleep Now Falling With Soft Slumb'rous Weight Inclines Our Eyelids.