Lyric Poems Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres |
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In Praise of a Countrey Life.
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In Praise of a Countrey Life.
The Bliss which Souls enjoy above,
He seems on Earth to share,
Who does Divine Retirement love,
And frees himself from Care,
Nor Thought admits which may his Peace controul,
But in a quiet State contents his bounded Soul.
He seems on Earth to share,
Who does Divine Retirement love,
And frees himself from Care,
Nor Thought admits which may his Peace controul,
But in a quiet State contents his bounded Soul.
Faction, and noisy Routs he hates,
Fills not his Head with News,
Waits at no State-man's crouded Gates,
Nor servile Phrase does use;
From all false Meaning are his Words refin'd,
His sober Out-side is the Index of his Mind.
Fills not his Head with News,
Waits at no State-man's crouded Gates,
Nor servile Phrase does use;
From all false Meaning are his Words refin'd,
His sober Out-side is the Index of his Mind.
In pleasant Shades enjoys his Ease,
No Project spoils his Sleep,
With Rural Pipe himself can please,
And charm his wandring Sheep,
Till to his Cottage in some quiet Grove,
By dusky Night's Approach he's summon'd to remove.
No Project spoils his Sleep,
With Rural Pipe himself can please,
And charm his wandring Sheep,
Till to his Cottage in some quiet Grove,
By dusky Night's Approach he's summon'd to remove.
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On tempting Gold, and Baits of Gain,
With scorn he casts his Eyes,
As Mischief's Root, and Virtue's Bane,
Can their Assaults despise;
Riches he sees our Liberty abuse,
And to their slavish Yoke he does his Neck refuse.
With scorn he casts his Eyes,
As Mischief's Root, and Virtue's Bane,
Can their Assaults despise;
Riches he sees our Liberty abuse,
And to their slavish Yoke he does his Neck refuse.
Fruit-Trees their loaded Boughs extend,
For him to take his Choise;
His wholsome Drink the Fountains lend,
With pleasant purling Noise;
In Notes untaught, Birds that like him are free,
Strive which shall most delight him with their Harmony.
For him to take his Choise;
His wholsome Drink the Fountains lend,
With pleasant purling Noise;
In Notes untaught, Birds that like him are free,
Strive which shall most delight him with their Harmony.
Th' industrious Bee example shows,
And teaches him to live,
While she from Woodbine, Pink, and Rose,
Flies loaded to her Hive:
Yet narrow bounds contain his Winter's Store,
Let Nature be suppli'd, and he desires no more.
And teaches him to live,
While she from Woodbine, Pink, and Rose,
Flies loaded to her Hive:
Yet narrow bounds contain his Winter's Store,
Let Nature be suppli'd, and he desires no more.
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No Misery this Man attends,
Vice cannot him allure,
Each Chance contributes to his Ends,
Which makes his Peace secure;
Others may boast of their Luxurious Strife,
But happy He possesses more of solid Life.
Vice cannot him allure,
Each Chance contributes to his Ends,
Which makes his Peace secure;
Others may boast of their Luxurious Strife,
But happy He possesses more of solid Life.
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