Winter, a pause;—the Minstrel-Year takes breath.
[William Watson
THE SUN
All the World’s bravery that delights our eyes,
Is but thy several liveries;
Thou the rich dye on them bestow’st,
Thy nimble Pencil paints this landscape as thou go’st.
[Abraham Cowley
FAREWELL
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.