It was the winter wild, / While the Heaven-born child, / All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
Prudence is the virtue by which we discern what is proper to do under various circumstances in time and place.