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XXVIII.

This Rite perform'd, All inly pleas'd and still,

Withouten Trump, was Proclamation made.
“Ye Sons of Indolence, do what you will;
“And wander where you list, through Hall or Glade:
“Be no Man's Pleasure for another's staid;
“Let Each as likes him best his Hours employ,
“And curs'd be he who minds his Neighbour's Trade!
“Here dwells kind Ease, and unreproving Joy:
“He little merits Bliss who Others can annoy.”

XXIX.

Strait of these endless Numbers, swarming round,

As thick as idle Motes in sunny Ray,
Not one eftsoons in View was to be found,
But every Man stroll'd off his own glad Way.
Wide o'er this ample Court's blank Area,
With all the Lodges that thereto pertain'd,
No living Creature could be seen to stray;
While Solitude, and perfect Silence reign'd:
So that to think you dreamt you almost was constrain'd.

XXX.