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Poor madam now condemned to hack 
The rest of life with anxious Jack, 
Perceiving others fairly flown, 
Attempted pleasing him alone. 
Jack soon was dazzled to behold 
Her present face surpass the old : 
With modesty her cheeks are dyed, 
Humility displaces pride ; 
For tawdry finery is seen 
A person ever neatly clean ; 
No more presuming on her sway, 
She learns good nature every day ; 
Serenely gay, and.strict in duty, 
Jack finds his wife a perfect beauty. 
Goldsmiih, 
Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, 
These simple blessings of the lowly train. 
To me more deai', congenial to my heart, 
One native charm, than all the gloss of art : 
Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play, 
The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway; 
Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, 
Unenvied, unmolested, unconfined. 
But the long pomp, the midnight masquerade. 
With all the freaks of wanton wealth arrayed. 
In these, ere triflers half their wish obtain. 
The toiling pleasure sickens into pain: 
And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy. 
The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy ? 
Goldsmith. 
