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46 Nor yet those awful joys present, For chiefs and heroes only meant: The figur'd brass, the choral song, The rescued people's glad applause, The list'ning senate, and the laws Bent on the dictates of tongue, Are scenes too grand for fortune's private ways; And tho' they shine to youth's ingenious view, The sober gainful arts of modern days, To such romantic thoughts have bid a long adieu.

Blest be my fate! I need not pray That lovesick dreams be kept away: No female charms, or fancy born, Nor damask cheek, nor sparkling eye, With me the bands of sleep untie, Or steal by minutes half the sauntring morn. Nor