Solitude sometimes is best society. - John Milton

And what is faith, love, virtue unassay'd alone, without exterior help sustained?

They looking back, all th' Eastern side beheld
Of Paradise, so late thir happie seat,
Wav'd over by that flaming Brand, the Gate
With dreadful Faces throng'd and fierie Armes:
Som natural tears they drop'd, but wip'd them soon;
The World was all before them, where to choose
Thir place of rest, and Providence thir guide:
They hand in hand with wandring steps and slow,
Through EDEN took thir solitarie way.

[Censors] rake through the entrails of many an old good author, with a violation worse than any could be offered to his tomb.