Welcome, kindred glooms! Congenial horrors, hail! - James Thomson

Ah! what avail the largest gifts of Heaven, When drooping health and spirits go amiss?
How tasteless then whatever can be given! Health is the vital principle of bliss,
And exercise, of health.

Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot.

When Britain first, at Heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sung this strain:
'Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.'