“ Ten thousand different tribes ! 
People the blaze. To sunny waters some 
By fatal instinct fly ; ■ 
Through the green wood glade 
Some love to stray ; there lodged, amus’d and fed. 
In the fresh leaf. Luxurious, others make 
The meads their choice, and visit every flower. 
And every latent herb.” 
Thomson. 
“ Thy desire, which tends to know 
The works of God, thereby to glorify 
The great Workmaster, leads to no excess 
That reaches blame, but rather merits praise 
The more it seems excess.” 
Milton. 
