"Qcivbrinj fears, heart-tearing cares, 

 Anxious sighs, untimely tears, 



Fly, fly to courts, 



Fly to fond worldlings' sports, 

 Where strained Sardonic Bmiles are glosing still, 

 And grief is forced to laugh against her will ; 



Where mirth 's but mummery, 



And sorrows only real be. 



"Ply from our country pastimes, fly, 

 Sad troops of human misery : — 

 Come, serene looks, 

 Clear as the crystal brooks, 

 Or the pure azurcd heaven that smiles to see 

 The rich attendance on our poverty; 

 Peace, and a secure mind, 

 Which all men seek, \vo_only find." 



Walton. 



