How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns
John Milton, Thomas Warton (1799). “Comus,: A Mask: Presented at Ludlow Castle 1634, Before the Earl of Bridgewater, Then President of Wales”, p.67
