Laying out grounds... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.... it is to assist Nature in moving the affections... the affections of those who have the deepest perception of the beauty of Nature.

The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing.

As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.

Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen.

Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Or surely you 'll grow double! Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks! Why all this toil and trouble?

Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind.

Poetry has never brought me in enough money to buy shoestrings.