Where in venerable rows Widely waving oaks enclose The moat of yonder antique hall, Swarm the rooks with clamorous call; And, to the toils of nature true, Wreath their capacious nests anew.
Thomas Warton, Ode X; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 677.
Fancy with prophetic glance Sees the teeming months advance; The field, the forest, green and gay; The dappled slope, the tedded hay; Sees the reddening orchard blow, The Harvest wave, the vintage flow.Thomas Warton
O! what's a table richly spreadWithout a woman at its head!Thomas Warton
Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding waysOf hoar antiquity, but strown with flowers.Thomas Warton
All human race, from China to Peru,Pleasure, howe’er disguis’d by art, pursue.Thomas Warton