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SON G I.
My such perfect joy therein I ind,
Y mind to me ;
therein I find,
That God or Nature hath aflign’d:
mind forbids to crave.
Content I live, this is my ftay;
I seek no more than may fuffice:
Look what I lack my mind supplies, .
I see how plenty forfeits oft,
And hafty climbers foone fall: I see that such as fi: aloft
Mithap doth threaten most of all : These get with toil, and keep with fear: Such cares my mind could never bear,
No priocely pomp, nor wealehy itcre,
No force to win a vi&ory, No wily wit to falve a fore,
No thape to win a lovers eye; To ncne of these I yield as thrall, For why my mind despieth all.
Some have too mach, yet fill they crave,
I little have yet seek no more:
And I am rich with little fore:
I laugh not at anothers loss,
I grudge not at anothers gain;
I brook that is anothers bane:
My wealth is health, and perfect ease;
My conscience clear my chief defence : I never seek by bribes to please,
Nor by desert to give offence : Thus do I live, thus will I die; Would all did so as well as I.
I joy not in no earthly bliss ;
I weigh not Cresus' wealth a straw;
I fear not Fortunes fatal law:
I wish but what I have at will ;
I wander not to seek for more ; I like the plain, I climb no hill;
In greatest storms I sit on fore, And laugh at them that toil in vain To get what must be loft again.
I kiss not where I wish to kill ;
I feign not love where most I hate ; I break no sleep to win my will;
I wait not at the mightys gate; liscorn no poor, I fear no rich; I feel no want nor have too much.
Wthat is defign'd us here:
TOUL we attain the happieft ftate,
That is design'd us here; No joy a rapture must create,
No grief beget despair.
No injury fierce anger raise,
No honour tempt to pride ; No vain desires of empty praise
Mult in the soul abide.
No charms of youth, or beauty move
The constant settled breaft: Who leaves a passage free to love,
Shall let in all the rest.
In such a heart soft peace will live,
Where none of these abound;
Or can on earth be found.
BY MR. W. BEDINGFIELD.
"O hog yourself in perfect ease,
What would you wish for more than these ?
than these ?
A little parlour fove to hold
Safe from the harpies of the law,
An open, but yet cautious mind,
Plain equipage, and temp’rate meals,