Preface to The Progress of Learning
My early Mistress, now my Antient Muse,
That strong Circaean Liquor cease t' infuse ,
Wherewith thou didst intoxicate my Youth,
Now stoop with dis-inchanted Wings to Truth;
As the Doves flight did guide Æneas, now hine conduct me to the Golden Bough;
Tell (like a Tall Old Oak) how Learning Shoots
To Heav'n her Branches, and to Hell her Roots.
That strong Circaean Liquor cease t' infuse ,
Wherewith thou didst intoxicate my Youth,
Now stoop with dis-inchanted Wings to Truth;
As the Doves flight did guide Æneas, now hine conduct me to the Golden Bough;
Tell (like a Tall Old Oak) how Learning Shoots
To Heav'n her Branches, and to Hell her Roots.
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