Hath from the leaves of [thy unvalued book]
[Those Delphic lines] with deep impression took,
Then thou, [our fancy of itself bereaving],
[Dost make us marble with too much conceiving],
And so [sepulchred] in such pomp dost lie 15
That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
L’ALLEGRO.
Hence, loathed Melancholy,
[Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born]
In [Stygian cave] forlorn