Converse with men makes sharp the glittering wit, but God to man doth speak in solitude.

Converse with men makes sharp the glittering wit, but God to man doth speak in solitude.

Wake the power within thee slumbering, trim the plot that’s in thy keeping, thou wilt bless the task when reaping sweet labour’s prize.

Wine is the drink of the gods, milk the drink of babes, tea the drink of women, and water the drink of beasts.