William Cowper

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,
Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,
Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.

How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.

How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.

The priest he merry is, and blithe
Three-quarters of a year,
But oh! it cuts him like read more

The priest he merry is, and blithe
Three-quarters of a year,
But oh! it cuts him like a scythe
When tithing time draws near.

In indolent vacuity of thought.

In indolent vacuity of thought.

Visitors are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not visit, would do nothing.

Visitors are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not visit, would do nothing.