The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day. Be famous then By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, So let extend thy mind o'er all the world.

Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.

A bevy of fair women.

Our two first parents, yet the only two Of mankind, in the happy garden placed, Reaping immortal fruits of joy and love, Uninterrupted joy, unrivalled love In blissful solitude.

Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.

It is not good that man should be alone. ... Hitherto all things that have been named, were approved of God to be very good: loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good: whether it be a thing, or the want of something, I labour not.

Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?