From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began: From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltring in his blood; Deserted, at his utmost need, By those his former bounty fed, On the bare earth exposd he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes.
Alexanders Feast. Line 77.
Note 1. Græcia Mæonidam, jactet sibi Roma Maronem, Anglia Miltonum jactat utrique parem (Greece boasts her Homer, Rome can Virgil claim; England can either match in Miltons fame). Selvaggi: Ad Joannem Miltonum. [back]