Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
Remorse begets reform.
To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,- A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew.
O Winter! ruler of the inverted year, . . . I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturbed Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.
Made poetry a mere mechanic art.