Taste

What, then, is taste but those internal powers,

Active and strong, and feeling alive

To each fine impulse? a discerning sense

Of decent and sublime, with quick disgust

From things deformed, or disarranged and gross

In species. This nor gems nor stores of gold,

Nor purple state nor culture can bestow;

But God alone, when first His active hand

Imprints the secret bias of the soul.