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Builds in his copse a favourite bench,
But ah! too soon his thoughtless breaft
Why did I fell my college life
(He cries) for benefice and wife? “ Return, ye days! when endless pleasure " I found in reading, or in leisure ! " When calm around the common room “ I puff’d my daily pipe's perfume !
Rode for a ftomach, and inspected “ At annual bottlings, corks selected : 6. And din'd untax’d, untroubled, under “ The pourtrait of our pious founder! “ When impositions were supply'd " To light my pipe-or footh my pride “ No cares were then for forward peas “ A yearly longing-wife to please ; “ My thoughts no chrift'ning dinner croft, " No children cry'd for butter'd toaft ; “ And ev'ry night I went to bed, “ Without a Modus in my head !”
Oh! trifling head, and fickle heart! Chagrin'd at whatsoe'er thou art ;
A dupe to follies yet untry'd,
Dhe vain, the wealthy, and the proud,
In Folly's maze advance ;
Nor join the giddy dance.
From the gay world we'll oft retire
Where love our hours employs;
To spoil our heart-felt joys,
And they are fools who roam:
That safe retreat, the ark;
By sweet experience know,
Whence pleasures ever rise:
VII. While they our wisest hours engage, They'll joy our youth, support our age,
And crown our hoary hairs : They'll grow in virtue ev'ry day, , And thus our fondest loves repay, And recompense our cares.
VIII. No borrow'd joys! they're all our own, While to the world we live unknown,
Or by the world forgot:
For Nature's calls are few !
Nor aim beyond our pow'r.;
Nor lose the prefent hour,
And pleas'd with favours giv'n;
But when our feast is o'er,
With cautious steps we'll tread ;
And cheer our dying breath ;
And smooth the bed of death.