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 Blithe o'er your toils, with wonted song, proceed : Fear not surcharge ; your hands will ever find Ample employment. In the strife of trade These curious instruments of speed obtain Various advantage, and the diligent Supply with exercise, as fountains sure, Which ever-gliding feed the flow'ry lawn : Nor, should the careful State, severely kind, In every province to the house of toil Compel the vagrant, and each implement Of ruder art, the comb, the card, the wheel, Teach their unwilling hands, nor yet complain : Yours with the public good shall ever rise, Ever, while o'er the lawns and airy downs The bleating sheep and shepherd's pipe are heard ; While in the brook ye blanch the glist'ning Fleece, And th' am'rous youth, delighted with your toils, Quavers the choicest of his sonnets, warm'd By growing traffic, friend to wedded love. The am'rous youth, with various hopes inflam'd, Now on the busy stage see him step forth, With beating breast : high-honour'd he beholds Rich industry. First he bespeaks a loom ; From some thick wood the carpenter selects A slender oak, or beech of glossy trunk, Or sapling ash : he shapes the sturdy beam, The posts, and treadles, and the frame combines : The smith, with iron-screws and plated hoops, Confirms the strong machine, and gives the bolt That strains the roll. To these the turner's lathe And graver's knife the hollow shuttle add. Various professions in the work unite, For each on each depends. Thus he acquires The curious engine, work of subtle skill ; Howe'er in vulgar use around the globe.