Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.
It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.
The never-ending flight Of future days.
Just deeds are the best answer to injurious words.
Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.