Complete text: I will enjoy thee now, my Celia, come, And fly with me to Love's Elysium. The giant, Honour, that keeps cowards out, Is but a masquer, and the servile rout Of baser subjects only bend in vain To the vast idol ; whilst the nobler train Of valiant lovers daily sail between The huge Colossus' legs, and pass unseen Unto the blissful shore. Be bold and wise, And we shall enter : the grim Swiss denies Only to tame fools a passage, that not know He is but form and only frights in show The duller eyes that look from far ; draw near And thou shalt scorn what we were wont to fear. We shall see how the stalking pageant goes With borrow'd legs, a heavy load to those That made and bear him ; nor, as we once thought, The seed of gods, but a weak model wrought By greedy men, that seek to e