Well Observe The Rule Of Not Too

Chaos Umpire Sits And By Decision More Embroils The Fray By Which He Reigns: Next Him High Arbiter Chance Governs All.

He That Has Light Within His Own Clear Breast May Sit In The Centre, And Enjoy Bright Day: But He That Hides A Dark Soul And Foul Thoughts Benighted Walks Under The Mid-day Sun; Himself His Own Dungeon.

A Bevy Of Fair Women.

And These Gems Of Heav'n, Her Starry Train.

Solitude Is Sometimes Best Society.