Solitude Is Sometimes Best Society.

None Can Love Freedom Heartily, But Good Men; The Rest Love Not Freedom, But License.

Wild Above Rule Or Art, Enormous Bliss.

Sweet Bird, That Shun The Noise Of Folly, Most Musical, Most Melancholy!

Our Two First Parents, Yet The Only Two Of Mankind, In The Happy Garden Placed, Reaping Immortal Fruits Of Joy And Love, Uninterrupted Joy, Unrivalled Love In Blissful Solitude.

A Crown Golden In Show, Is But A Wreath Of Thorns, Bring Dangers, Troubles, Cares, And Sleepless Nights To Him Who Wears The Regal Diadem