Suffering for truth's sake Is fortitude to highest victory, And to the faithful death the gate of life.

Accuse not nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.

What hath night to do with sleep?

Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb, counseled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth, not peace.

Just deeds are the best answer to injurious words.

Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.

Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.