Assume A Virtue If You

O Sleep, O Gentle Sleep, Nature's Soft Nurse, How Have I Frightened Thee, 1710. That Thou No More Will Weigh My Eyelids Down, And Steep My Senses In Forgetfulness?

What My Tongue Dares Not That My Heart Shall Say

Never Durst Poet Touch A Pen To Write Until His Ink Were Temper'd With Love's Sighs.

Be Great In Act, As You Have Been In Thought.

A King Of Infinite Space