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

O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.

Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.

Here must thou be, O man, Strength to thyself - no helper hast thou here - Here keepest thou thy individual state: No other can divide with thee this work, No secondary hand can intervene To fashion this ability. 'Tis thine, The prime and vital principle is thine In the recesses of thy nature, far From any reach of outward fellowship, Else 'tis not thine at all.

Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure,- Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me.

We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.