The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.

If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.

And what is writ is writ - / Would it were worthier!

Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.

Who then will explain the explanation?

Till taught by pain, men know not water's worth.

Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!