With Thee Conversing I Forget All Time.

Solitude Sometimes Is Best Society.

Wisdom's Self Oft Seeks To Sweet Retired Solitude, Where With Her Best Nurse Contemplation, She Plumes Her Feathers, And Lets Grow Her Wings That In The Various Bustle Of Resort Were All To-ruffled, And Sometimes Impaired.

License They Mean When They Cry Liberty; For Who Loves That, Must First Be Wise And Good.

What Hath Night To Do With Sleep?

The Work Under Our Labour Grows, Luxurious By Restraint.