Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,

And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn

Throws up a steamy column, and the cups

That cheer but not inebriate[420:1] wait on each,

So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 34.

Which not even critics criticise.

The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 51.

What is it but a map of busy life,

Its fluctuations, and its vast concerns?