As In An Organ From One Blast

Now Came Still Evening On; And Twilight Gray Had In Her Sober Livery All Things Clad: Silence Accompanied; For Beast And Bird, They To They Grassy Couch, These To Their Nests, Were Slunk, All But The Wakeful Nightingale.

Courtesy Which Oft Is Found In Lowly Sheds, With Smoky Rafters, Than In Tapestry Halls And Courts Of Princes, Where It First Was Named.

Justice Divine Mends Not Her Slowest Pace For Prayers Or Cries.

Among Unequals What Society Can Sort, What Harmony, Or True Delight?

Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining.