A Man May Be Ungrateful, But The

The Angel Ended, And In Adam's Ear So Charming Left His Voice, That He Awhile Thought Him Still Speaking, Still Stood Fix'd To Hear.

It Was From Out The Rind Of One Apple Tasted, That The Knowledge Of Good And Evil, As Two Twins Cleaving Together, Leaped Forth Into The World.

Seas Wept From Our Deep Sorrows.

Let None Admire That Riches Grow In Hell; That Soil May Best Deserve The Precious Bane.

Come Knit Hands, And Beat The Ground In A Light Fantastic Round