Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
He that runs may read.
Made poetry a mere mechanic art.
In indolent vacuity of thought.
Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys: Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.