He nothing common did or meanUpon that memorable scene,But with his keener eyeThe axe's edge did try."
This delicious Solitude.
Who can foretell for what high causeThis darling of the Gods was born?
"I have a garden of my own,But so with roses overgrown,And lilies, that you would it guessTo be a little wilderness."
"How vainly men themselves amazeTo win the palm, the oak, or bays."