And linked itself by carnal sensualty
To a degenerate and degraded state. 475
Sec. Bro. How charming is divine Philosophy!
Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose,
But musical as is Apollo’s lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Eld. Bro. List! list! I hear 480
Some far-off hallo break the silent air.
Sec. Bro. Methought so too; what should it be?