Paradise Lost

by John Milton

In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders—such as raised

they’re playing the recorder y’all

Much pleasure we have lost, while we abstained From this delightful fruit, nor known till now True relish, tasting; if such pleasure be 1025 In things to us forbidden, it might be wished, For this one tree had been forbidden ten.

much to think about