Friendship's the wine of life.
A foe to God ne'er was true friend to man, Some sinister intent taints all he does.
By all means use some time to be alone.
The course of Nature is the art of God
Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
Sweet instinct leaps; slow reason feebly climbs.