In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call earth; and, with low-thoughted care, Confined and pester'd in this pinfold here, To such my errand is: and, but for such But to my task. Neptune, besides the sway By course commits to several government, And gives them leave to wear their sapphire crowns, And wield their little tridents: but this isle, The greatest and the best of all the main, He quarters to his blue-hair'd deities; A noble peer, of mickle trust and power, Lies through the perplex'd paths of this drear wood, The nodding horror of whose shady brows Whom, therefore, she brought up, and Comus named: At last betakes him to this ominous wood, And, in thick shelter of black shades imbower'd, Offering, to every weary traveller, To quench the drought of Phoebus; which as they taste Or ounce, or tiger, hog, or bearded goat, |