Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

To trace in Nature's most minute design The signature and stamp of power divine. ... The Invisible in things scarce seen revealed, To whom an atom is an ample field.

Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, 'tis being flayed alive.

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.

Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.

My soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.

Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.