New Principles of Gardening. 207 
Or if he pleafe, into the Woods may fira me 
Lifer ike Birds, which Jing at Bréak of Day : 
Or, when the Cattle come from Pafture, hear 
The bellowing Ox the hollow Valleys tear 
With his hoarfe Voice. Sometimes his Flowers invites. 
The Fountains too are worthy of his Sight. 
To ev'ry Part he may his Care extend, 
“ind thefe Delights all others fo tranfcend, 
That we the City now no more refpe, 
Or the vain Honours of the Court affect ; 
But to cool Streams and aged Groves retire, 
Mind thunmix’d Pleafures of the Fields defire, , 
Making our Beds upon the graffy Bank, 
For which no Art but Nature we muft-thank. 
No Marble Pillars, no proud Pavements there, 
No GalPries, or fretted Roofs appear. 
The modeft Rooms to India nothing owe ge 
Nor Gold, xor Ivory, vor Arras know : 
Thus liv'd our Anceftors when Saturn reign’d, 
While the firft Oracles in Oaks riled 
A harmlefs Courfe of Life they did pur fue, 
And nought beyond their Fills, their Rivers knew... 
Bol NT 8: 
