Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.

And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all.

Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive.

A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach.

Science appears but what in truth she is, Not as our glory and our absolute boast, But as a succedaneum, and a prop To our infirmity.