How blest is he who crowns in shades like these
A youth of labour with an age of ease!
The Deserted Village. Line 99.
While Resignation gently slopes away,
And all his prospects brightening to the last,
His heaven commences ere the world be past.
The Deserted Village. Line 110.
The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
The Deserted Village. Line 121.