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 * Mirth, admit me of thy crew
 * To live with her, and live with thee,
 * In unreproved pleasures free;
 * To hear the lark begin his flight,
 * And singing startle the dull night,
 * From his watch-tower in the skies,
 * Till the dappled dawn doth rise;




 * Or let my lamp at midnight hour,
 * Be seen in some high lonely tow'r,
 * Where I may oft out-watch the Bear,
 * With thrice great Hermes, or unsphere
 * The spirit of Plato, to unfold
 * What worlds, or what vast regions hold
 * The immortal mind that hath forsook
 * Her mansion in this fleshly nook:




 * Hail divinest Melancholy,
 * Whose saintly visage is too bright
 * To hit the sense of human sight;
 * And therefore to our weaker view,
 * O'er-laid with black, staid Wisdom's hue;




 * Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy
 * In sceptr'd pall come sweeping by,
 * Presenting Thebes', or Pelop's line,
 * Or the tale of Troy divine,
 * Or what (though rare) of later age,
 * Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.




 * But let my due feet never fail
 * To walk the studious cloister's pale,
 * And love the high embowed roof,
 * With antique pillars massy proof,
 * And storied windows richly dight,
 * Casting a dim religious light.




 * There let the pealing organ blow,
 * To the full-voic'd quire below,
 * In service high, and anthems clear,
 * As may with sweetness, through mine ear,
 * Dissolve me into ecstasies,
 * And bring all Heav'n before mine eyes.




 * These pleasures, Melancholy, give,
 * And I with thee will choose to live.