The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.

Solitude is sometimes the best society.

Heav'nly love shall outdoo Hellish hate

Solitude sometimes is best society.

Solitude is sometimes best society.

Heaven, the seat of bliss, Brooks not the works of violence and war.

Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind.