A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard be-seems, Who, void of envy, guile, and lust of gain, On virtue still, and nature's pleasing themes, Poured from his unpremeditated strain.
Among the changing months, May stands confest The sweetest, and in fairest colors dressed.
An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate labour, useful life, Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven!
But who can paint Like nature? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Rejoicing in the East.
Crowned with the sickle, and wheaten sheaf, While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain, Comes jovial on.
Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot.
For loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorned adorned the most.
Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to love, And, when we meet a mutual heart, Come in between and bid us part?
Health is the vital principle of bliss, and exercise, of health.