Slowly people the heavens, for night has begun.
The rosy-cheeked babies, in nightcap and gown,
Are asleep in their cradles with curtains hung down,
While the watchman calls out with a voice like a bell,
The time by the tower, and adds, “All is well.”
—Ella Broes van Heekeren.
He that complies against his will
Is of the same opinion still.
—Samuel Butler.