Cur griers will find a speedier way! The King with wonder and surprise, But let him know, that 'tis our tears Should Count TOULOUSE but come to know For what resistance can they find From men, who've left their hearts behind! With a fa, la, la, la, la! To pass our tedious time away, 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, 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. |