Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!

In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.

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.

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: We murder to dissect.

With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars.

The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!

At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.