Education of youth is not a bow for every man to shoot in that counts himself a teacher; but will require sinews almost equal to those which Homer gave to Ulysses.

Hence, loathèd Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy.

Dark with excessive bright.

Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?

Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.

But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.

Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, sober steadfast, and demure, all in a robe of darkest grain, flowing with majestic train.