Solitude sometimes is best society.
Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Immediate are the acts of God, more swift than time or motion.
Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
God has set labor and rest, as day and night to men successive.
There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.