In those vernal seasons of the year when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.

To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.

Virtue, which breaks through opposition and all temptation can remove, most shines, and most is acceptable above.

Methought I saw my late espoused saint.

To many a youth and many a maid, dancing in the chequer'd shade.

The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground.