Felix, qui patriis aevum transegit in agris, Ipsa domus puerum quem videt, ipsa senem, Imitated from Claudian
Imitated from C LAUDIAN
I.
How bless'd the Swain of Bethnal-green ,
Who ne'er a Court beheld,
Nor ever rov'd beyond the Scene
Of his paternal Field!
II.
B UT , where he prov'd the Go-cart's Aid,
He prov'd the Crutch's too;
One only House his Mansion made,
Till Life (tho' late) withdrew.
III.
False Fortune ne'er, with Smile or Frown,
Or rais'd him, or deprest;
Her Frowns and Smiles were both unknown
To his contented Breast.
IV.
T HE Chance of Stocks he never try'd,
Nor knew to buy or sell;
So 'scap'd the dreadful golden Tide,
Where South-Sea Merchants fell.
V.
S KILL'D in no Business but his own,
He shunn'd the noisy Bar;
Nor ever prov'd the smoky Town,
But breath'd a purer Air.
VI.
N OR by Lord Mayor 's Day he knew
The rolling Year to bound;
Nor kept an Almanack to shew
How Seasons vary'd round.
VII.
H E Summer knew by Heat extreme,
The Winter by its Cold;
P OMONA shew'd when Autumn came,
When Spring , gay F LORA told.
VIII.
H E planted once an Acorn small,
And liv'd to see it rise
A mighty Oak, so wond'rous tall,
It seem'd to prop the Skies.
IX.
A ND , by the Shade its Branches cast,
Could he much truer know,
What Hour, and how his Moments past,
Than by the Clock of Bow .
X.
T HO ' London stood so near his Cot,
He never mark'd the Dome ;
But thought St. Paul 's as far remote,
As Peter 's Church at Rome .
XI.
O F Isis he was only told,
But ne'er beheld her Streams;
Nor knew, but that the Ganges roll'd
Near as the neighb'ring Thames .
XII.
O F Jellies, Creams, Ragous, and Tarts,
His Stomach never thought;
A perfect Stranger to the Arts
Luxurious Cooks have taught!
XIII.
Yet , with a simple Food supply'd,
His Health was so entire,
That when his antient Children dy'd,
They left a youthful Sire.
XIV.
Yet others search for golden Bliss
On India 's wealthy Shore;
Their Joys of Life are less than his,
Their Labours ten times more.
I.
How bless'd the Swain of Bethnal-green ,
Who ne'er a Court beheld,
Nor ever rov'd beyond the Scene
Of his paternal Field!
II.
B UT , where he prov'd the Go-cart's Aid,
He prov'd the Crutch's too;
One only House his Mansion made,
Till Life (tho' late) withdrew.
III.
False Fortune ne'er, with Smile or Frown,
Or rais'd him, or deprest;
Her Frowns and Smiles were both unknown
To his contented Breast.
IV.
T HE Chance of Stocks he never try'd,
Nor knew to buy or sell;
So 'scap'd the dreadful golden Tide,
Where South-Sea Merchants fell.
V.
S KILL'D in no Business but his own,
He shunn'd the noisy Bar;
Nor ever prov'd the smoky Town,
But breath'd a purer Air.
VI.
N OR by Lord Mayor 's Day he knew
The rolling Year to bound;
Nor kept an Almanack to shew
How Seasons vary'd round.
VII.
H E Summer knew by Heat extreme,
The Winter by its Cold;
P OMONA shew'd when Autumn came,
When Spring , gay F LORA told.
VIII.
H E planted once an Acorn small,
And liv'd to see it rise
A mighty Oak, so wond'rous tall,
It seem'd to prop the Skies.
IX.
A ND , by the Shade its Branches cast,
Could he much truer know,
What Hour, and how his Moments past,
Than by the Clock of Bow .
X.
T HO ' London stood so near his Cot,
He never mark'd the Dome ;
But thought St. Paul 's as far remote,
As Peter 's Church at Rome .
XI.
O F Isis he was only told,
But ne'er beheld her Streams;
Nor knew, but that the Ganges roll'd
Near as the neighb'ring Thames .
XII.
O F Jellies, Creams, Ragous, and Tarts,
His Stomach never thought;
A perfect Stranger to the Arts
Luxurious Cooks have taught!
XIII.
Yet , with a simple Food supply'd,
His Health was so entire,
That when his antient Children dy'd,
They left a youthful Sire.
XIV.
Yet others search for golden Bliss
On India 's wealthy Shore;
Their Joys of Life are less than his,
Their Labours ten times more.
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