No Creature Smarts So Little As A

Those Move Easiest Who Have Learn'd To Dance.

To Rest, The Cushion And Soft Dean Invite, Who Never Mentions Hell To Ears Polite.

To Happy Convents, Bosomed Deep In Vines, Where Slumber Abbots, Purple As Their Wines.

Ah! What Avails It Me The Flocks To Keep, Who Lost My Heart While I Preserv'd My Sheep.

From Vulgar Bounds With Brave Disorder Part, And Snatch A Grace Beyond The Reach Of Art.