My muse, proceed, and reach thy destin'd end; Though toils and danger the bold task attend. Heroes and gods make other poems fine; Plain satire calls for sense in every line:...
Round some fair tree th' ambitious woodbine grows, And breathes her sweets on the supporting boughs; So sweet the verse, th' ambitious verse, should be,...
O fairest of creation! last and best Of all God's works! Creature in whom excell'd Whatever can to sight, or thought, be form'd! Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet!...