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MISCELLANEOUS SONGS.

SON G I.

My such perfect joy therein I ind,

Y mind to me ;
Such

therein I find,
As far exceeds all earthly bliss,

That God or Nature hath aflign’d:
Though much I want that most would have,
Yet still

my

mind forbids to crave.

Content I live, this is my ftay;

I seek no more than may fuffice:
I press to bear no haughty sway;

Look what I lack my mind supplies, .
Lo! thus I triumph like a king,
Content with that my mind doth bring.

Vol. II.

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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:
They are but poor, though such they have;

And I am rich with little fore:
They poor, I rich; they beg, I give;
They lack, I lend; they pine, I live.

I laugh not at anothers loss,

I grudge not at anothers gain;
No worldly wave my mind can tosi,

I brook that is anothers bane:
I fear no soe, nor fawn on friend;
I loath ao: life, nor dread mine end.

My

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.

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I joy not in no earthly bliss ;

I weigh not Cresus' wealth a straw;
For care, I care not what it is;

I fear not Fortunes fatal law:
My mind is such as may not move
For beauty bright or force of love.

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.

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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.

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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;
The greatest blessing Heaven does give,

Or can on earth be found.

SONG

SONG

III.

BY MR. W. BEDINGFIELD.

"O hog yourself in perfect ease,

What would you wish for more than these ?
A healthy, clean, paternal seat,
Well shaded from the summers heat.

,

than these ?

A little parlour fove to hold
A constant fire from winters cold,
Where you may fit, and think, and sing,
Far off from court, God bless the King !

Safe from the harpies of the law,
From party-rage, and great mans paw;
Have choice few friends of your own taste;
A wife agreeable and chaste.

An open, but yet cautious mind,
Where guilty cares no entrance find;
Nor misers fears, nor envys spite,
To break the fabbath of the night.

Plain equipage, and temp’rate meals,
Few taylors, and no doctors bills;
Content to take, as Heaven shall please,
A longer or a shorter lease.

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