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Rh  New-greased his wheels,—and loosed his reins Swifter to scour wide Ether's plains, And popp'd the question to the Sun Just as the guest his gate had won.— —The monarch sternly from his throne Rebuked his household, every one, Said 't was a shame that stranger's eye Such sloth and gossiping should spy,— Charged them that when from foreign court High envoys came to make report, To mind their business, trim their light, And keep their harness clean and tight,— Nor vainly strive with curious eye Into his cabinet to pry.— —Poor Richard or King Solomon No wiser lectured than Sir Sun,— "For all, quoth he, who shun their labours, And leave their work to mind their neighbours, Will find when call'd to pay the cost, The substance, in the shadow lost."—

 

I saw mid bowering shades a cottage home Where elegance with sweet simplicity Had blent her charms.—Around its graceful porch Twined the gay woodbine, while the velvet lawn Fresh roses sprinkled, and those snowy walls Seem'd through their leafy canopy to smile A welcome to the guest.—My heart was light, 