A SONNET .

Say , you that have studied mankind,
Or life-seeking science, have spent,
In wandering e'er chanc'd you to find
The goddess ycleped Content.
For oft have I anxiously rov'd
Thro' the city, the plain, and the shade,
But all unsuccessful have prov'd,
My every research for the maid.
Some tell me in courts she presides,
Others say to the hermit she's given;
A third with the swain she resides,
Whilst some say she an exile was driven;
But reason these notions derides,
And says she exists but in Heaven.