Classic Poem

To a frend in the Citty Sent out of the Cuntry

The word of Kindnes: how I doe
This or that Other Frend would know
Nor body I nor Mind impaire
'Thin the infectious Citties ayre
I hatch no Plots at any rate
Of prejudice unto the State
But what the Cuntry doth afford
Contentments Tresure up I hord
Heer with a harmless book or frend
My howers I pass my time I spend
And with my own Estate content
Ambitious thoughts and cares prevent
I view my herds my flocks my corne
Which the green Meads and fields adorn
My towles of trees and pleasant Groves
Wher all the winged Quier make loves
Pomonaes Laden boughs I see
With Floraes bewteous Tapessry
Without a Dragon for to guard
My Guarden, Orchard, or my Yard
But as my Appetite doth rise
These all pay Tribute and Excise
When heat or Could seem to invade
The woods afford both fire and shade:
When Recreation would be found
The docile horse well senting hound
High soaring hawke are my delight
Wher with I send all Cares to flight
Yet Use These not with that Excess
As t'make them my sole busines
But to prepare both body and mind
For better things to be enclind
And though exempt from publike Care
Wherin my past-times busied wear
I have a Wife and Children store
All which my best thoughts doe implore
And He Those cherishes not well
Is worser than an Infidell.