He who freely magnifies what hath been nobly done, and fears not to declares as freely what might be done better, gives ye the best covenant of his fidelity.

Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.

Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive.

Methought I saw my late espoused saint.

Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.

The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil; Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon.

Our two first parents, yet the only two Of mankind, in the happy garden placed, Reaping immortal fruits of joy and love, Uninterrupted joy, unrivalled love In blissful solitude.