"And he gave it for his opinion, "that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together."
"Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand."
"Our rural ancestors with little blest, Patient of labour when the end was rest, Indulg'd the day that hous'd their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain."
"Where grows?–where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil."
Our fathers used to say that the master's eye was the best fertilizer