Hence, loathèd Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy.
Hail holy light, offspring of heav'n firstborn!
I fled, and cry'd out, Death; Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, Death.
The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.
The starry cope Of heaven.