“Every Night and every MornSome to Misery are born.Every Morn and every NightSome are born to Sweet Delight,Some are born to Endless Night.”

“Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.”

“London I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infants cry of fear, In every voice: in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear How the Chimney-sweepers cry Every blackning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldiers sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlots curse Blasts the new-born Infants tear And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.”

“The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations.”

“The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.”

“Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.”

“And I watered it in fears,Night and morning with my tears;And I sunned it with smiles,And with soft deceitful wiles.”