"Night be thy grave! and Oblivion be thy tomb!"

XVIII.

Who would be rapt up into the third heaven

To see a world of strange imaginations?

Who, careless, would leave all at six and seven,

Nihil agenda male agere discimus.

To wander in a labyrinth of Passions?

Who would, at once, all kinds of folly prove;

When he hath nought to do, then let him love!