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• See, Winter comes to rule the varied year.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Winter, Line 1...
• Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Winter, Line 393...
• There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Winter, Line 431...
• Ships dim-discover'd dropping from the clouds.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Summer, Line 946...
• A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Of mighty monarchs.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Summer, Line 1285...
• Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears Her snaky crest.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Spring, Line 996...
• And Mecca saddens at the long delay.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Summer, Line 979...
• Autumn nodding o'er the yellow plain. -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Autumn, Line 2
• Base Envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Spring, Line 283...