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Those curious Meads, 

 New Pleasure breeds, 

 A purling Brook just by, 

 Where the Inhabitants 

 Of all the watery Elements, 



Strive nature to out- vie. 



Those various Beauties which the Medows breed, 

 The watery fry in spangled glory far exceed, 

 While carking cares that do the mind oppress, 

 By Men unwary of their happiness : 

 Clog'd with the burden of Domestick cares, 



May here dispel those lingering fears, 

 And learn new Joys, observing of the fry, 

 How they at Natural and Artificial glorys fly. 

 Puft with conceit, 

 They take the bait, 

 Arid by extorted usury die. 

 While minds sedate, scorn the destroying pelf, 

 And value not that all devouring shelf 



Of mighty riches. 



Thoughts most serene, and Calm the mind, 

 No Counter buffs of Fortune blind 



Their Soul bewitches; 



Tho Heaven thunder, Jove his lightning send, 

 They're always constant to their friend, 



And with a Heart most pure, 

 The storms of Fortune ever can endure. 



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