Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.

What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?

Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?-thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?

The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day. Be famous then By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, So let extend thy mind o'er all the world.

Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.

I fled, and cry'd out, Death; Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, Death.

Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.