The Redundant Locks, Robustious To No Purpose,

Loneliness Is The First Thing Which God's Eye Named Not Good.

Retiring From The Popular Noise, I Seek This Unfrequented Place To Find Some Ease.

And The Earth Self-balanced On Her Centre Hung.

What Honour That, But Tedious Waste Of Time, To Sit And Hear So Many Hollow Compliments And Lies.

And, When Night Darkens The Streets, Then Wander Forth The Sons Of Belial, Flown With Insolence And Wine.