Wealth...

"He that buildeth his house with other mens money is like one that gathereth stones for his own burial"

Pet MS A51 p12r

Reminds me rather a lot of this little warning from 'Solitude" published in a disastrously altered form in 1821:

& man to me a gauling thing
Ownd creations lord & king
Tyrant to day to morrow gone
All ‘stinguished only by a stone

The snail...

"Frail brother of the morn"

(Summer Images - MP III 147f)

Bad dreams...

How (when pitch darkness glooms the awful night)
Thy dithering terrors rush upon the sight

EP I 285

Fens...

Again the bull rush sprouting tall
The water wrinkles rippling thro

EP II 471

Woodpictures...

"Living luscious tinting woodlands..."

MP IV 242

Fields...

[Image: Robert Thorne Waite (1842-1935)]

Come let us sit down on this baulk of mown hay
I love in such places to sweeter delay

Pet MS A31 pR158
"Hidden Treasures" (2016)

Autumn...

"... autumn seems to put on bridal colours for a shroud"

The Journal - 6th November 1824