To Hear The Lark Begin

Wisdom's Self Oft Seeks To Sweet Retired Solitude, Where With Her Best Nurse Contemplation, She Plumes Her Feathers, And Lets Grow Her Wings That In The Various Bustle Of Resort Were All To-ruffled, And Sometimes Impaired.

Retiring From The Popular Noise, I Seek This Unfrequented Place To Find Some Ease.

The Pious And Just Honoring Of Ourselves May Be Thought The Fountainhead From Whence Every Laudable And Worthy Enterprise Issues Forth.

What Neat Repast Shall Feast Us, Light And Choice, Of Attic Taste?

The Hungry Sheep Look Up, And Are Not Fed.