Lords Are Lordliest In Their

A Shout That Tore Hell's Concave, And Beyond / Frightened The Reign Of Chaos And Old Night.

Or If Virtue Feeble Were, Heav'n Itself Would Stoop To Her.

In Physic, Things Of Melancholic Hue And Quality Are Used Against Melancholy, Sour Against Sour, Salt To Remove Salt Humors.

The Low'ring Element Scowls O'er The Darken'd Landscape.

No Mighty Trance, Or Breathed Spell Inspires The Pale-eyed Priest From The Prophetic Cell.