And Ever Against Eating Cares Lap Me

A Poet Soaring In The High Reason Of His Fancies, With His Garland And Singing Robes About Him.

Now Morn, Her Rosy Steps In Th' Eastern Clime Advancing, Sow'd The Earth With Orient Pearl, When Adam Wak'd, So Custom'd; For His Sleep Was Aery Light, From Pure Digestion Bred.

Reason Also Is Choice.

So He With Difficulty And Labour Hard Mov'd On, With Difficulty And Labour He.

The Oracles Are Dumb, No Voice Or Hideous Hum Runs Thro' The Arched Roof In Words Deceiving.