The timely dew of sleep.
Only this I know, That one celestial father gives to all.
My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth.
Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.
Fame is the last infirmity of the human mind.
Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.