XIV.
“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 sear,
“Ne noisy Tradesman your sweet Slumbers start,
“With Sounds that are a Misery to hear:
“But all is calm, as would delight the Heart
“Of Sybarite of old, all Nature, and all Art.
XV.
“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;
“For Interest, Envy, Pride, and Strife are banish'd hence.
XVI.
