For Such Kind Of Borrowing As This,

Who Can Enjoy Alone? Or All Enjoying What Contentment Find?

What Hath Night To Do With Sleep?

Him That Yon Soars On Golden Wing, Guiding The Fiery-wheelèd Throne, The Cherub Contemplation.

Cyriack, Whose Grandsire On The Royal Bench Of British Themis, With No Mean Applause Pronounced And In His Volumes Taught Our Laws, Which Others At Their Bar So Often Wrench

Apostate, Still Thou Err'st, Nor End Wilt Find Offering, From The Paths Of Truth Remote.