How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.

Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart.

Memory, the warder of the brain.