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 Or are you sportiveBid the morn of Youth Rise to new Light, and beam afresh the Days Of Innocence, Simplicity, and Truth; To Cares estrang'd, and Manhood's thorny Ways. What Transport! To retrace our boyish Plays, Our easy Bliss, when each Thing Joy supply'd: The Woods, the Mountains, and the warbling Maze Of the wild BrooksBut, fondly wandering wide,

One great Amusement of our Houshold was, In a huge crystal magic Globe to spy, Still as you turn'd it, all Things that do pass Upon this Ant-Hill Earth; where constantly Of Idly-busy Men the restless Fry Run bustling too and fro with foolish Haste, In search of Pleasures vain, that from them fly; Or which, obtain'd the Caitiffs dare not taste: