John Milton

How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh, and crabbed, as full fools suppose,
But musical as is read more

How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh, and crabbed, as full fools suppose,
But musical as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.

They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet
Quaff immortality and joy.

They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet
Quaff immortality and joy.

Take heed lest passion sway
Thy judgment to do aught, which else fee will
Would not admit.

Take heed lest passion sway
Thy judgment to do aught, which else fee will
Would not admit.

Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth
The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.

Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth
The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.

That in our proper motion we ascend
Up to our native seat; descent and fall
To give read more

That in our proper motion we ascend
Up to our native seat; descent and fall
To give us is adverse.