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Rh Or cringe in courts, depending on the nods Of ſtrutting pigmies, who would paſs for gods; For me, unpractis’d in the courtiers’ ſchool, Who loathe a knave, and tremble at a fool; Who honour gen’rous Wycherley oppreſt, Poſſeſs’d of little, worthy of the beſt; Rich in himſelf, in virtue that outſhines All but the fame of his immortal lines, More than the wealthieſt lord, who helps to drain The famiſh’d land, and rs!ls in impious gain; What can I hope in courts, or how ſucceed? Tigers and wolves ſhall in the ocean breed, The whale and dolphin fatten on the mead, And ev’ry element exchange its kind, Ere thriving Honeſty in courts we find.
 * Happy the man, of mortals happieſt he,

Whoſe quiet mind from vain deſires is free; Whom neither hopes deceive nor fears torment, But lives at peace, within himſelf content; In thought or act accountable to none But to himſelf and to the gods alone. O ſweetneſs of Content! ſeraphic joy! Which nothing wants, and nothing can deſtroy.
 * Where dwells this peace, this freedom, of the mind?

Where but in ſhades remote from human-kind, In flow’ry vales, where nymphs and ſhepherds meet, But never comes within the palace-gate.