For solitude is sometimes best society, And short retirement urges sweet return

The olive-grove of Academe, / Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird / Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.

Solitude sometimes is best society.

A short retirement urges a sweet return

There is no truth sure enough to justify persecution.

Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude, and the society of thyself.