On morning wings how active springs the mind That leaves the load of yesterday behind! How easy every labour it pursues! Pope.Book II. Sat. II. Line 82.
If all the world Should in a fit of temperance feed on pulse, Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze, The All-giver would be unthankd, would be unpraised; Not half his riches known, and yet despised; And we should serve him as a grudging master, As a penurious niggard of his wealth; And live like natures bastards, not her sons. Milton.Comus.