On cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.

Content if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view, The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.

For lo! the board with cups and spoons is crowned.The berries crackle, and the mill turns round ... At once they gratify their scent and taste.And frequent cups prolong the rich repast... Coffee (which makes the politician wise And see through all things with his half-shut eyes).

Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!

Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.

A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.

Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.