Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell,

A Death-like Sleep, A Gentle Wafting To Immortal Life.

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.

Time, Though In Eternity, Applied To Motion, Measures All Things Durable By Present, Past, And Future.

In Naked Beauty Most Adorned.

And Add To These Retired Leisure, That In Trim Gardens Take His Pleasure.