Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
Jest, and youthful Jollity,
Quips and cranks and wanton wiles,
Nods and becks and wreathèd smiles,
Such as hang on Hebe’s cheek,
And love to live in dimple sleek.
The lines from Il Penseroso are:—
Hail! thou Goddess, sage and holy!
Hail, divinest Melancholy!