Scenes Must Be Beautiful Which Daily View'd

No Traveler E'er Reached That Blest Abode Who Found Not Thorns And Briers In His Road.

Strange As It May Seem, The Most Ludicrous Lines I Ever Wrote Have Been Written In The Saddest Mood.

Our Love Is Principle, And Has Its Root In Reason, Is Judicious, Manly, Free.

How Various His Employments Whom The World Calls Idle; And Who Justly In Return Esteems That Busy World An Idler Too!

O Solitude, Where Are The Charms That Sages Have Seen In Thy Face? Better Dwell In The Midst Of Alarms, Than Reign In This Horrible Place.