Sugared poison ’tis, which sinks

On the heart, which it o’ercometh,

Which it hindereth and benumbeth.

And can a man, then, live who poison drinks?

’Tis forgetting, when the links

That gave life by mutual fretting

To the Senses, snap, or letting

The imprisoned Five go free,

They can hear not, touch, or see;

And can a man forget this strange forgetting?