It calls Devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! Daughter of Astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad!
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
Ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.
Affliction is a good man's shining time.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.