Hate is of all things the mightiest divider, nay, is division itself. To couple hatred, therefore, though wedlock try all her golden links, and borrow to tier aid all the iron manacles and fetters of law, it does but seek to twist a rope of sand.

In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.

Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.

Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe.

Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.

Solitude sometimes is best society.

Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.