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Within the compass of domestic Walls:
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To those small Limits be thy Views confined,
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And bless thy Cottage with an humble Mind.
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Look not at Joys that dazzle from afar,
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For all Degrees their Days of Anguish know,
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And the most happy have a taste of Woe:
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He swells the Load who murmurs and complains:
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For all things vary: And who sits to day
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Her grateful tribute of harsh numbers brings
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Nor all the beauties of the world's vast round
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United, will as sweet as her be found.
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Her worth alone will deify my days.
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Enchanting creature! Charms so great as thine
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May all the beauties of the day outshine.
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Thy taking graces captivate the heart.
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OH for a Muse that shall ascend the skies,
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To sing the sparkling eye, the portly grace,
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The thousand beauties that adorn the face
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Might court the world to rush at once to arms.
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While the fair Goddess, native of the skies,
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OH now, whilst yet I sound the tuneful lyre,
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I feel the thrilling joy her hands inspire;
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And rolls my passions with the purple flood.
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My pulse beat high: my throbbing breast's on fire
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In sad variety of wild desire.
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Words are too weak thy mighty worth to paint;
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Thou art my substance, and I am thy shade.
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Possessed of thee, I joyfully would go
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Through the loud tempest, and the depth of woe.
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From thee alone my being I derive,
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Since hired for Life, thy Servile Muse must sing
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Successive Conquests, and a glorious King;
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Must of a Man Immortal vainly boast;
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And bring him Laurels, whatsoever they cost:
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What Turn wilt Thou employ, what Colours lay
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On the Event of that Superior Day,
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In which one English Subject's prosperous Hand
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