Nor when bright Winter sows with prickly frost 50
The vigorous ether, in unmanly warmth
Indulge at home; nor even when Eurus’ blasts
This way and that convolve the lab’ring woods.
My liberal walks, save when the skies in rain
Or fogs relent, no season should confine 55
Or to the cloister’d gallery or arcade.
Go, climb the mountain; from th’ etherial source
Imbibe the recent gale. The chearful morn
Beams o’er the hills; go, mount th’ exulting steed,