Indu'd With sanctity of reason.
Take heed lest passion sway Thy judgement to do aught, which else free will Would not admit.
Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth.
With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears.
Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.
So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.