10 For still in form he placed his chief delight, Nor lightly broke his old accustomed rule, And much uncourteous would he hold the wight That e'er displaced a table, chair, or stool; And oft in meet array their rauks he placed, And oft with careful eye their ranks reviewed; For novel forms, though much those forms had graced, Himself and maiden-minister eschewed: One path he trod, nor ever would decline A hair's unmeasured breadth from off the even line. 11 A Club select there was, where various talk On various chapters passed the lingering hour, If a pipe lent its thought-begetting fume: And deep in council fix a nation's doom: 12 For men like him they were of like consort, Thilk much the honest muse must needs condemn, No honest love they knew, no melting smile Lascivious smiling through the mask of art: And so of women deemed they as they knew, And from a Demon's traits an Angel's picture drew. 13 But most abhorr'd they hymeneal rites, And boasted oft the freedom of their fate: Snubbed by the hard behest of sour-eyed dame. Then pledged their hands, and tossed their bumpers o'er, And Io! Bacchus! sung, and owned no other power. 14 If e'er a doubt of softer kind arose Within some breast of less obdurate frame, And vexed the region round the Cupid's throne: 'Far be from us,' they cried, the treacherous bane, Far be the dimply guile, and far the flowery chain!' CARELESS CONTENT. 1 I am content, I do not care, Wag as it will the world for me; 2 With more of thanks and less of thought, To seek what ancient sages sought, 3 With good and gentle-humoured hearts, 4 For chance or change of peace or pain, For Fortune's favour or her frown, For lack or glut, for loss or gain, I never dodge, nor up nor down: But swing what way the ship shall swim, 5 I suit not where I shall not speed, Nor trace the turn of every tide; If simple sense will not succeed, I make no bustling, but abide: For shining wealth, or scaring woe, I force no friend, I fear no foe. 6 Of ups and downs, of ins and outs, Of they're i' the wrong, and we're i' the right, I shun the rancours and the routs; And wishing well to every wight, 7 With whom I feast I do not fawn, 8 Not that I rate myself the rule How all my betters should behave I love a friendship free and frank, 9 Fond of a true and trusty tie, I never loose where'er I link; 10 If names or notions make a noise, Whatever hap the question hath, The point impartially I poise, And read or write, but without wrath; For should I burn, or break my brains, Pray, who will pay me for my pains? 11 I love my neighbour as myself, Myself like him too, by his leave; Came I to crouch, as I conceive: 12 Now taste and try this temper, sirs, That man does right to mar his rest, A PASTORAL. 1 My time, O ye Muses, was happily spent, 2 With such a companion to tend a few sheep, My fair one is gone, and my joys are all drowned, 3 The fountain that wont to run sweetly along, |