Soon as midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.

Virgin-choir to make delicious moan / Upon the midnight hours.

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

Midnight, yet not a nose From Tower Hill to Piccadilly snored!

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.

'Tis midnight now. The bend and broken moon, Batter'd and black, as from a thousand battles, Hangs silent on the purple walls of Heaven.