Let none henceforth seek needless cause to approve The faith they owe; when earnestly they seek Such proof, conclude, they then begin to fail.

From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,- A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star.

So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;Evil,be thou my good.

But infinite in pardon is my Judge.

Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.

For what is glory but the blaze of fame?

Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.