Page:Poems of Mr. John Milton, Both English and Latin, Compos'd at several times.djvu/46

  His leasure told him that his time was com, And lack of load, made his life burdensom, That even to his last breath (ther be that say't) As he were prest to death, he cry'd more waight; But had his doings lasted as they were, He had bin an immortall Carrier. Obedient to the Moon he spent his date In cours reciprocal, and had his fate Linkt to the mutual flowing of the Seas, Yet (strange to think) his wain was his increase His Letters are deliver'd all and gon, Onely remains this superscription.

 Ence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, In Stygian Cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy, Find out som uncouth cell, Wher brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-Raven sings; There, under Ebon shades and low-brow'd Rocks, As ragged as thy Locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell. But