They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.

But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.

Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in

Religion, richest favor of the skies.

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appear'd, And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard: To carry nature lengths unknown before, To give a Milton birth, ask'd ages more.