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Rh Take pleasure in their plenteous vintages, And from the juicy grape its racy liquor press; Let wealthy merchants, when they dine, Run o'er their costly names of wine, Their chests of Florence, and their Mont-Alchine, Their Mants, Champagnes, Chablis, Frontiniacs tell, Their aumes of Hock, of Backrach, and Moselle; He envies not their luxury, Which they with so much pains and danger buy; For which so many storms and wrecks they bear, For which they pass the Straits so oft each year, And 'scape so narrowly the bondage of Algier. He wants no Cyprus birds, nor ortolans, Nor dainties fetched from far to please his sense; Cheap wholesome herbs content his frugal board, The food of unfallen innocence, Which the meanest village garden does afford; Grant him, kind heaven, the sum of his desires, What nature, not what luxury requires; He only does a competency claim, And, when he has it, wit to use the same. Grant him sound health, impaired by no disease, Nor by his own excess; Let him in strength of mind and body live, But not his reason, nor his sense survive; His age (if age he e*er must live to see) Let it from want, contempt, and care be free, But not from mirth, and the delights of poetry. Grant him but this, he's amply satisfied, And scorns whatever fate can give beside.