Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn

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

For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.

Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; / Look up a second time, and, one by one, / You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, / And wonder how they could elude the sight!

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

We murder to dissect.

For all things are less dreadful than they seem.