First Verse, L’Allegro, By John Milton. For Mr. Trump
“Hence loathed Melancholy,
Of Cerberus, and blackest midnight born,
in Stygian Cave forlorn,
‘Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy,
Find out som uncouth cell,
When brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings,
And the night-Raven sings;
There under Ebon shades, and low-brow’d Rocks,
As ragged as thy Locks,
In Dark Cimmerian desert ever well.”