Midnight Brought On The Dusky Hour Friendliest

The Bird Of Jove, Stoop'd From His Aery Tour, Two Birds Of Gayest Plume Before Him Drove.

If All The World Should In A Pet Of Temp'rance, Feed On Pulse, Drink The Clear Stream, And Nothing Wear But Frieze, Th' All-giver Would Be Unthank'd, Would Be Unprais'd.

Solitude Is Sometimes The Best Society.

Who Can Enjoy Alone? Or All Enjoying What Contentment Find?

God Has Set Labor And Rest, As Day And Night To Men Successive.