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.