Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.

The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground.

But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.

The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.

So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.

No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.

Solitude is sometimes the best society.