Solitude is sometimes best society.
If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble.
Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.
How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! How glad would lay me down, as in my mother's lap! There I should rest, and sleep secure.
It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them.
And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.