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When any mournful tune you hear,
As if it sighed for each man's care,
For being so remote:
Then think, How often love we've made
To you! while all those tunes were played. With a fa, la, la, la, la!
Let wind and weather do their worst;
Let Frenchmen vapour! Dutchmen curse!
'Tis then, no matter how things go! Nor who's our friend! [n]or who 's our foe! With a fa, la, la, la, la!
Thus, having told you all our loves,
In hopes this Declaration moves
Let's hear of no inconstancy!
We have too much of that at sea!
A COUNTRY LIFE.
How sacred and how innocent
This was the first and happiest life,
'Twas here, the Poets were inspired; Here, taught the multitude!
The brave, they here with honour fired; And civilized the rude!
That Golden Age did entertain
The thoughts of ruling, and of gain,
None then did envy neighbour's wealth,
Happy in friendship and in health,
They knew no Law, nor Physic then;
And if there yet remain to men
What blessings doth this World afford
Then, welcome, dearest Solitude!
Though some are pleased to call thee 'rude,'
Them that do covet only rest,
It is not brave to be possest
Opinion is the rate of things;
I have a better fate than Kings;
When all the stormy World doth roar;
I cannot fear to tumble lower,
Who never could be high.
Secure in these unenvied walls,
Silence and Innocence are safe!
While others revel it in State;
Let some in courtship take delight, And to th' Exchange resort; Then revel out a winter's night, Not making love, but sport!
These never know a noble flame!
When the inviting Spring appears, To Hyde Park let them go; And, hasting hence, be full of fears To lose Spring Garden's show.
Let others, nobler, seek to gain
But I, resolvèd from within,
In privacy intend to spin
My future minutes out!
And from this Hermitage of mine,
There are, below, but two things good;
And only those, of all, I would
In this retired and humble seat,
Free from both war and strife, I am not forced to make retreat; But choose to spend my life!