John Milton

Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.

Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.

Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still
air of delightful studies.

Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still
air of delightful studies.

Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin
Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.

Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin
Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.

For I no sooner in my heart divin'd
My heart, which by a secret harmony
Still moves read more

For I no sooner in my heart divin'd
My heart, which by a secret harmony
Still moves with thine, joined in connection sweet.

Some cursed fraud
Of enemy hath beguiled thee, yet unknown,
And me with thee hath ruined.

Some cursed fraud
Of enemy hath beguiled thee, yet unknown,
And me with thee hath ruined.