L'Allegro, il Penseroso ed il Moderato (disc 2)

Hence, vain deluding joys

Sometimes let gorgeous Tragedy

But oh! sad vergin, that thy power

Thus, Night, oft see me in thy pale career-Populous cities please me then

There let Hymen oft appear

Me, when the sun begins to fling

Hide me from Day's garish eye

I'll to the well-trod stage anon

And ever against eating cares

Orpheus 'self may heave his head

These delights, if thou canst give

But let my due feet never fail-There let the pealing organ blow

May at last my weary age

These pleasures, Melancholy, give

Hence, boast not, ye profane

Come, with native lustre shine

Sweet Temp'rance in thy right hand bear

Come, with gentle hand restrain

No more short life they then will spend-Each action will derive new grace

As steals the morn upon the night

Thy pleasures, Moderation, give