John Milton

Diodati, e te'l diro con maraviglia,
Quel ritroso io ch'amor spreggiar soleaE de suoi lacci spesso mi
Gia caddi, ov'huom dabben talhor s'impiglia
Ne treccie d'oro, ne guancia vermigliaM' abbaglian si, ma sotto nova

In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, 1637; and, by occasion, foretells the ruin of our corrupted Clergy, then in their height
Yet once more,
O ye laurels...

Thus they, in lowliest plight, repentant stood Praying; for from the mercy-seat above Prevenient grace descending had removed The stony from their hearts, and made new flesh Regenerate grow instead; that sighs now breathed Unutterable; which the S...

Fairfax, whose Name in Arms through Europe rings, And fills all Mouths with Envy or with Praise, And all her Jealous Monarchs with Amaze
And Rumours loud which daunt remotest Kings,
Thy firm unshaken Valour ever brings Victory home, whil...

High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind,
Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold,
Satan exalted sat, by merit raised To that bad eminence; and, ...

Now the bright morning Star,
Dayes harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with
The Flowry May, who from her green lap

O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud,
Then when the Dragon, put to second rout,
Came furious down to be revenged on men,
Woe to the inhabitants on earth