Hence, loathed Melancholy…
In Stygian Cave forlorn
Find out some uncouth cell…
In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell..
Come thou Goddess fair and free,
In Heaven called Euphrosyne,
And by men, heart-easing Mirth,
Whom lovely Venus at a birth
With two sister Graces more
To Ivy-crowned Bacchus bore;
Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
Jest, and youthful Jollity…
Sport that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter holding both his sides..
Come, and trip it, as you go,
On the light fantastic toe;
And in thy right hand lead with thee
The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty.