Execute Their Airy Purposes.

The Timely Dew Of Sleep.

O Visions Ill Foreseen! Better Had I Liv'd Ignorant Of Future, So Had Borne My Part Of Evil Only.

Not To Know Me Argues Yourselves Unknown.

Most Men Admire Virtue Who Follow Not Her Lore.

Must I Thus Leave Thee, Paradise?-thus Leave Thee, Native Soil, These Happy Walks And Shades?