"QuiVEBUfQ fears, heart-tearing cures, 

 Anxious sighs, untimely tears, 



Fly, fly to courts, 



Ply to fond worldlings' sports. 

 Where strained Sardonic sniiles 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, fty, 

 Sad troops cf human misery : — 

 Come, serene looks. 

 Clear as the crystal brooks, 

 Or the pure azured heaven that smilee to see 

 The rich attendance on our poverty; 

 Peace, and a secure mind, 

 Which all men seek, we only find." '^ 



Walton. 



