Midnight, and yet no eye Through all the Imperial City closed in sleep.

That hour o' night's black arch the keystane.

No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.

Affliction is not sent in vain, young man, From that good God, who chastens whom he loves.

Three things a wise man will not trust, The wind, the sunshine of an April day, And woman's plighted faith.

Now, motionless and dark, eluded search Self-shrouded: and anon, starring the sky, Rose like a shower of fire.