John Milton

If all the world
Should in a pet of temp'rance, feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, read more

If all the world
Should in a pet of temp'rance, feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze,
Th' All-giver would be unthank'd, would be unprais'd.

So sang they, and the empyrean rung
With Hallelujahs. Thus was Sabbath kept.

So sang they, and the empyrean rung
With Hallelujahs. Thus was Sabbath kept.

Hast thou betrayed my credulous innocence
With vizor'd falsehood and base forgery?

Hast thou betrayed my credulous innocence
With vizor'd falsehood and base forgery?

Whence and what are thou, execrable shape?

Whence and what are thou, execrable shape?

In her face excuse
Came prologue, and apology too prompt.

In her face excuse
Came prologue, and apology too prompt.