Methought I Saw My Late Espoused Saint.

Confidence Imparts A Wonderful Inspiration To The Possessor.

No War Or Battle Sound Was Heard The World Around.

Boast Not Of What Thou Would'st Have Done, But Do.

She What Was Honour Knew, And With Obsequious Majesty Approv'd My Pleaded Reason. To The Nuptial Bower I Led Her Blushing Like The Morn; All Heaven And Happy Constellations On That Hour Shed Their Selectest Influence; The Earth Gave Sign Of Gratulation, And Each Hill; Joyous The Birds; Fresh Gales And Gentle Airs Whisper'd It To The Woods, And From Their Wings Flung Rose, Flung Odours From The Spicy Shrub.

Midnight Brought On The Dusky Hour Friendliest To Sleep And Silence.