O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere.

Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.

Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear

O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.

No war or battle sound Was heard the world around.

Solitude is sometimes best society.

And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.