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.

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.

Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.

Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another's pain.

Absence of occupation is not rest.

Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.