Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill;
Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs
Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings
Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub.
Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 508.
The sum of earthly bliss.
Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 522.
So well to know
Her own, that what she wills to do or say
Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.