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.

Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.

Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned union of mind, or in us both one soul.

No man who knows aught, can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free.

And to the faithful: death, the gate of life.

Then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A Paradise within thee, happier far.