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 That tow'r, which mates the skies, is my retreat; 'Tis there I fix my solitary seat: The mistress of one damsel, I despise What all th' unthinking many chiefly prize, Greatness, and pomp, and shew, and public noise. This, this th' Elysium, which I early chose; In vain my father did my choice oppose: From giddy crowds, and youthful gambols free, Calm I enjoy a golden liberty: And safe on shore, with pleasure hear from far The grumbling murmurs of the watry war. Here paus'd the sweet-tongu'd Syren; and afraid, Began to wonder, where her thoughts had stray'd. Her looks the trouble of her mind disclose, While with new blushes new-born glories rose; Which still she strove to hide: but he employs His thoughts on means to meet his coming joys.