With Ruin Upon Ruin, Rout On Rout,

Quips And Cranks And Wanton Wiles, Nods And Becks And Wreathèd Smiles.

And Some Are Fall'n, To Disobedience Fall'n, And So From Heav'n To Deepest Hell; O Fall From What High State Of Bliss Into What Woe!

With A Smile That Glow'd Celestial Rosy Red, Love's Proper Hue.

O Visions Ill Foreseen! Better Had I Liv'd Ignorant Of Future, So Had Borne My Part Of Evil Only.

That Practis'd Falsehood Under Saintly Shew, Deep Malice To Conceal, Couch'd With Revenge.