Page:The castle of Indolence - an allegorical poem - Written in imitation of Spenser (IA castleofindolenc00thomiala).pdf/16

 No Cocks, with me, to rustic Labour call, From Village on to Village sounding clear; To tardy Swain no shrill-voic'd Matrons squall; No Dogs, no Babes, no Wives, to stun your Ear; No Hammers thump; no horrid Blacksmith , noisy Tradesman your sweet Slumbers start, With Sounds that are a Misery to hear: But all is calm, as would delight the Heart

Here nought but Candour reigns, indulgent Ease, Good-natur'd Lounging, Sauntering up and down: They who are pleas'd themselves must always please; On Others' Ways they never squint a Frown, Nor heed what haps to Hamlet or in Town. Thus, from the Source of tender Indolence, With milky Blood the Heart is overflown, Is sooth'd and sweeten'd by the social Sense;