Solitude Is Sometimes Best Society.

Revenge, At First Though Sweet, Bitter Ere Long Back On Itself Recoils.

O Why Did God, Creator Wise, That Peopled Highest Heav'n With Spirits Masculine, Create At Last This Novelty On Earth, This Fair Defect Of Nature, And Not Fill The World At Once With Men As Angels Without Feminine, Or Find Some Other Way To Generate Mankind?

From Restless Thoughts, That, Like A Deadly Swarm Of Hornets Arm'd, No Sooner Found Alone, But Rush Upon Me Thronging.

Beyond Is All Abyss, Eternity, Whose End No Eye Can Reach.

Subdue By Force, Who Reason For Their Law Refuse, Right Reason For Their Law.