O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!

Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.

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.

A noisy man is always in the right.

The few that pray at all pray oft amiss.

The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.

But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!