...cheeks, where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes, Kequire the borrowed gloss of art? Speak not of fate ; ah, change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom; 'Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream; To love and joy thy thoughts confine,...

...oasis of subject matter and vocabulary. The thenfashionable doctrine of deism was nowhere present: Speak not of fate : — ah ! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom : — 'Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream. To love and joy thy thoughts...