Ever charming, ever new,When will the landscape tire the view?
Grongar Hill (1727), line 102.
And he that will this health deny, Down among the dead men let him lie.John Dyer
While the wanton Zephyr sings, And in the vale perfumes his wings.John Dyer
A little rule, a little sway,A sunbeam in a winter’s day,Is all the proud and mighty haveBetween the cradle and the grave.John Dyer
Disparting towersTrembling all precipitate down dash’d,Rattling around, loud thundering to the moon.John Dyer
A man may go to heaven without health, without riches, without honors, without learning, without friends; but he can never go there without Christ.John Dyer
Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view?John Dyer