Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!
Methought I saw my late espoused saint.
One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.
Execute their airy purposes.
O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.
Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational.