Thick As Autumnal Leaves That Strow The

It Is For Homely Features To Keep Home,- They Had Their Name Thence; Coarse Complexions And Cheeks Of Sorry Grain Will Serve To Ply The Sampler And To Tease The Huswife's Wool. What Need A Vermeil-tinctur'd Lip For That, Love-darting Eyes, Or Tresses Like The Morn?

Freely They Stood Who Stood, And Fell Who Fell.

Subdue By Force, Who Reason For Their Law Refuse, Right Reason For Their Law.

Wild Above Rule Or Art, Enormous Bliss.

In Those Vernal Seasons Of The Year When The Air Is Calm And Pleasant, It Were An Injury And Sullenness Against Nature Not To Go Out And See Her Riches, And Partake In Her Rejoicing With Heaven And Earth.