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The country Life. B.Est be the man (and blest he is) whoe'er (Placid far out of the roads of hope and fear) A little field and little garden, feeds :. The field gives all that frugal nature needs; The wealihy garden liberally bestows All she can ask, when she luxurious grows. The specious inconveniences, that wait Upon a life of business and of state, He sees ( nor does the sight disturb his rest) By fools desir'd , by wicked men possest. Thus, thus (and this deserv'd great Virgil's praise). The old Curycian yeoman pass'd his days; Thus his wise life Abdolonymus spent : Th'ambassadors, which the great emperor sent To offer him a crown , with wonder found The rev'rend gardener hoeing of his ground; Unwillingly, and slow, and discontent, From his lov'd cottage to a throne he went; And oft he stopt, in his triumphant way, And oft look'd back, and oft was heard to say, Not without sighs ,--Alas! I there forsake A happier kingdom than I go to take ! Thus Aglaüs (a inan unknown to men, Bat the gods knew, and therefore lov'd him then) Thus liv'd obscurely then without a name, Aglais, now consign'd t'eternal fame. For Gyges, the rich king, wicked and great, Presum'd at wise Apollo's Delphic seat Presum'd to ask: Oh thon, the whole world's eye, See'st thou a man that happier is than I ? The god, who scorns to flatter man, reply'd, Aglaüs happier is. ButGyges cryd, In a proud rage, Who can that Åglaüs be? We have heard, as yet, of no such king as he.
And true it was , through the whole earth around
So, gracious God! (if it may lawful be,
this earnest to me lend,
Now early shepherds o'er the meadow pass,
When Damon softly trod the shaven lawn,
throng Raise their wild music, thus contrives a song..
Here wafted o'er by mild Etesian air, Thou, country, goddess, beauteous Health! repair; Here let
my breast thro' quir'ring trees inhale Thy rosy blessings with the morning gale. What are the fields, or flow'rs, or all I see? Ah! tasteless all, if not enjoy'd with thee.
Joy to my soul! I feel the goddess nigh,
When she from exercise to learned ease
sung the lowly manners of the swains,
remain ,On Pride. Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is Pride, the never-failing vice of fools. Whatever Nature has in worth deny'd , She gives in large recruits of needless pride! For, as in bodies, thus in souls, we find What wants in blood and spirits, swellid with
wind. Pride, where wit fails, steps into our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense. If once right Reason drives that cloud away, Truth breaks upon us with resistless day. Trust not yourself; but, your defects to knowy, Make use of ev'ry friend and ev'ry foe. A little learning is a dang'rous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain! And drinking largely
. sobers us again. Fir'd at first sight with what the Muse imparts, In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts, While, from the bounded level of our mind, Short views we take , nor see the lengths behind; But, more advanc'd, behold with strange surprise, New distant scenes of endless science rise! So pleas'd at first the tow'ring Alps we try, Mount o'er the vales , and seem to tread the sky; Th’eternal snows appear already past, And the first clouds and mountains seem the last: But, those attain'd, we tremble to survey The growing labours of the lengthen'd way; Th' increasing prospect tires our wand'ring eyes; Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.