’Scaped all the toils that life molest, [Cowley.
And on a sudden sung the hundredth Psalm. [Gay.
Of living lakes, in summer’s noontide calm. [Akenside.
The wanton troopers, riding by, [Marvell.
To sweep the cobwebs from the sky, [Mother Goose.
Intent on high designs, a thoughtful band, [Goldsmith.
Peered from the curtained gallery, [Croly.
And strewed with sudden carcasses the land. [Armstrong.
The piper loud and louder blew [Burns.
A circle regularly true, [Prior.