Of censure's frown he feels no dread,
No fear he knows of vulgar eyes,
Whose thought to nobler objects led,
Far, far o'er their horizon flies:
With reason's suff'rage at his side,
Whose firm heart rests self-satisfied.

And while alternate conquest sways
The northern, or the southern shore,
He smiles at Fortune's giddy maze,

And calmly hears the wild storm roar. Ev'n Nature's groans, unmov'd with fear, And bursting worlds, he'd calmly hear.

Such are the faithful hearts you love,
O FRIENDSHIP fair, immortal maid;
The few caprice could never move,

The few whom interest never sway'd;
Nor shed unseen, with hate refin'd,
The pale cares o'er the gloomy mind.

Soft sleep, that lov'st the peaceful cell,
On these descends thy balmy power;

While no terrific dreams dispel

The slumbers of the sober hour; Which oft, array'd in darkness drear, Wake the wild eye of pride to fear.

Content with all a farm would yield,

Thus SIDON's monarch liv'd unknown, And sigh'd to leave his little field

For the long glories of a throneThere once more happy and more free, Than rank'd with DIDO's ancestry.

With these pacific virtues blest,
These charms of philosophic ease,
Wrapt in your RICHMOND's tranquil rest.
You pass, dear C-, your useful days,
Where THAMES your silent vallies laves,
Proud of his yet untainted waves.

Should life's more public scenes engage
Your time that thus consistent flows,
And following still these maxims sage
For ever brings the same repose;
Your worth may greater fame procure,
But hope not happiness so pure.

DEAR CHLOE, while the busy crowd,
The vain, the wealthy, and the proud,
In Folly's maze advance;

Though singularity and pride

Be call'd our choice, we'll step aside,
Nor join the giddy dance.

From the gay world we'll oft retire
To our own family and fire,

Where love our hours employs ;
No noisy neighbour enters here,
No intermeddling stranger near,
To spoil our heart-felt joys.

If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies;

And they are fools who roam:

The world has nothing to bestow,
From our own selves our joys must flow,

And that dear hut, our home.

Of rest was Noah's dove bereft,

When with impatient wing she left
That safe retreat, the ark;
Giving her vain excursion o'er,
The disappointed bird once more
Explor'd the sacred bark.

Though fools spurn Hymen's gentle pow'rs,
We, who improve his golden hours,
By sweet experience know,

That marriage, rightly understood,
Gives to the tender and the good
A paradise below.

Our babes shall richest comforts bring;
If tutor'd right, they'll prove a spring,
Whence pleasures ever rise:

We'll form their minds with studious care,
To all that's manly, good, and fair,

And train them for the skies.

While they our wisest hours engage,
They'll joy our youth, support our age,
And crown our hoary hairs:
They'll grow in virtue every day,
And thus our fondest loves repay,
And recompence our cares.

No borrow'd joys! they're all our own, While to the world we live unknown,

Or by the world forgot:

Monarchs! we envy not your state;
We look with pity on the great,

And bless our humbler lot.

Our portion is not large indeed,
But then how little do we need 1
For Nature's calls are few!

In this the art of living lies,

To want no more than may suffice,
And make that little do.

We'll therefore relish with content
Whate'er kind Providence has sent,
Nor aim beyond our pow'r ;
For if our stock be very small,
'Tis prudence to enjoy it all,
Nor lose the present hour.

To be resign'd when ills betide,
Patient when favours are deny'd,

And pleas'd with favours given:
Dear Chloe this is wisdom's part,
This is that incense of the heart,

Whose fragrance smells to heav'n.