Heaven's all-subduing will, With good the progeny of ill, Attempreth every state below. - Mark Akenside

Youth calls for Pleasure, Pleasure calls for Love.

Is aught so fair
In all the dewy landscapes of the spring,
In the bright eye of Hesper or the morn,
In nature's fairest forms, is aught so fair
As virtuous friendship? as the candid blush
Of him who strives with fortune to be just?
The graceful tear that streams for others' woes?
Or the mild majesty of private life,
Where peace with ever blooming olive crowns
The gate; where Honour's liberal hands effuse
Unenvied treasures, and the snowy wings
Of Innocence and Love protect the scene?

Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys,
And eagerly pursues imaginary joys.