The Love-lorn Nightingale Nightly To Thee Her

Contemplation Is Wisdom's Best Nurse.

Beholding The Bright Countenance Of Truth In The Quiet And Still Air Of Delightful Studies.

The Sun To Me Is Dark And Silent As The Moon, When She Deserts The Night Hid In Her Vacant Interlunar Cave.

Bid Amaranthus All His Beauty Shed, And Daffodillies Fill Their Cups With Tears, To Strew The Laureate To Hearse When Lycid Lies.

Danger Will Wink On Opportunity.