* How charming is Divine Philosophy I 

 Not harsh, and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, 

 But musical as is Apollo's lute, 

 And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets 

 Where no crude surfeit reigns.' — Milton's Comus. 



* So reads he nature whom the lamp of truth 

 Illuminates, thy Lamp — mysterious Word.' — Cowper. 



