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Imitated from Claudian.
Felix, qui patriis ævum transegit in agris,
Ipsa domus puerum quem videt, ipsa senem, &c.
Ipsa domus puerum quem videt, ipsa senem, &c.
I
How bless'd the Swain of Bethnal-green,Who ne'er a Court beheld,
Nor ever rov'd beyond the Scene
Of his paternal Field!
II
But, where he prov'd the Go-cart's Aid,He prov'd the Crutch's too;
One only House his Mansion made,
Till Life (tho' late) withdrew.
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III
False Fortune ne'er, with Smile or Frown,Or rais'd him, or deprest;
Her Frowns and Smiles were both unknown
To his contented Breast.
IV
The Chance of Stocks he never try'd,Nor knew to buy or sell;
So scap'd the dreadful golden Tide,
Where South-sea Merchants fell.
V
Skill'd in no Bus'ness but his own,He shunn'd the noisy Bar;
Nor ever prov'd the smoky Town,
But breath'd a purer Air.
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VI
Nor by Lord Mayor's Day he knewThe rolling Year to bound;
Nor kept an Almanack, to shew
How Seasons vary'd round.
VII
He Summer knew by Heat extreme,The Winter by its Cold;
Pomona shew'd when Autumn came,
When Spring, gay Flora told.
VIII
He planted once an Acorn small,And liv'd to see it rise
A mighty Oak, so wond'rous tall,
It seem'd to prop the Skies.
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IX
And, by the Shade its Branches cast,Could he much truer know,
What Hour, and how his Moments past,
Than by the Clock of Bow.
X
Tho' London stood so near his Cot,He never mark'd the Dome;
But thought St. Paul's as far remote,
As Peter's Church at Rome.
XI
Of Isis he was only told,But ne'er beheld her Streams;
Nor knew, but that the Ganges roll'd
Near as the neighb'ring Thames.
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XII
Of Jellies, Creams, Ragoûs, and Tarts,His Stomach never thought;
A perfect Stranger to the Arts,
Luxurious Cooks have taught!
XIII
Yet, with a simple Food supply'd,His Health was so intire,
That when his ancient Children dy'd,
They left a youthful Sire.
XIV
Let others search for golden BlissOn India's wealthy Shore;
Their Joys of Life are less than his,
Their Labours ten times more.
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