So stands the statue that enchants the world, So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, The mingled beauties of exulting Greece. - James Thomson

See, Winter comes to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad.

A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was,
Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye;
And of gay castles in the clouds that pass,
Forever flushing round a summer sky:
There eke the soft delights that witchingly
Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast,
And the calm pleasures always hover'd nigh;
But whate'er smack'd of noyance or unrest
Was far, far off expell'd from this delicious nest.

A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate
Of mighty monarchs.