"QuiVERiNs fears, heart-tearing cares. 

 Anxious sighs, untiniely tears, 



I'ly, fly to courts. 



Fly to fond worldlings' sports, 

 Where strained Sardonic smiles are glosing still, 

 And grief is forced to laugh against her will ; 



Where mirth's but mummery, 



And sorrows only real be. 



''Fly from our country pastimes, fly. 

 Sad troops of human misery : — 

 Come, serene looks. 

 Clear as the crystal brooks. 

 Or the pure azured heaven that smiles to seo 

 The rich attendance on our poverty; 

 Peace, and a secure mind. 

 Which all men seek, we only find." 



Walton. 



