All We Behold Is Miracle.

Manner Is All In All, Whate'er Is Writ,the Substitute For Genius, Sense, And Wit.

Hast Thou Not Learnd What Thou Art Often Told, A Truth Still Sacred, And Believed Of Old, That No Success Attends On Spears And Swords Unblest, And That The Battle Is The Lords?

Absence Of Occupation Is Not Rest.

To Follow Foolish Precedents, And Wink With Both Our Eyes, Is Easier Than To Think.

Strength May Wield The Ponderous Spade, May Turn The Clod, And Wheel The Compost Home; But Elegance, Chief Grace The Garden Shows, And Most Attractive, Is The Fair Result Of Thought, The Creature Of A Polished Mind.