“How happy he whose toil Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams. His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve In soft repose; on him the balmy dews Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.” DreamSleepVainGentleToilLimbsDeitiesDewReposeInvokePow Author:John Armstrong
“We know great Nature's pow'r, Mother of things, whose vast unbounded sway From the deep centre all around extends Wide to the flaming barriers of the world. We feel her power; we strive not to repress (Vainly repress'd, or to deformity) Her lawful growth: ours be the task alone To check her rude excrescencies, to prune Her wanton overgrowth, and where she strays In uncouth shapes, to lead her gently back, With prudent hand, to form and better use.” KnowsWorldFeelsUseHandsFormMotherGrowthNatureShapesTasksStriveWideChecksBarriersRudeCentrePrudentWantonDeformityPowPrunesUncouth Author:John Armstrong
“Then love of pleasure sways each heart, and we From that no more than from ourselves can fly. Blameless when govern'd well. But where it errs Extravagant, and wildly leads to ill, Public or private, there its curbing pow'r Cool reason must exert.” WellsHeartReasonPleasureIllExtravagantPowBlameless Author:John Armstrong
