Such as hang on Hebe's cheek,

And love to live in dimple sleek ;
Sport that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter holding both his fides.
Come, and trip it as you go,
On the light fantastic toe,

And, in thy right hand, lead with thee,
The mountain-nymph, fweet Liberty;
And, if I give thee honour due,
Mirth, admit me of thy crew;

To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreproved pleasures free ;
To hear the lark begin his flight,
And finging startle the dull Night,
From his watch-tow'r in the skies,
Till the dappled dawn doth rife;
Then to come in spite of sorrow,
And at my window bid good-morrow,
Through the sweet-brier and the vine,
Or the twisted eglantine :

While the cock, with lively din,
Scatters the rear of darkness thin,
And to the ftack, or the barn-door,
Stoutly ftruts his dames before:

Oft lift'ning how the hounds and horn
Cheerly rouze the flumb'ring morn,
From the fide of fome hoar hill,
Through the high wood echoing fhrill:
Some time walking not unseen

By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green;

Right against the eastern gate,
Where the great fun begins his state,
Rob'd in flames and amber light,
The clouds in thousand liveries dight;
While the ploughman, near at hand,
Whiftles o'er the furrow'd land,
And the milk-maid fingeth blithe,
And the mower whets his scythe,
And every fhepherd tells his tale,
Under the hawthorn in the dale.

Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures,

Whilft the landscape round it measures,

Ruffet lawns, and fallows gray,

Where the nibbling flocks do ftray;
Mountains on whofe barren breast
The lab'ring clouds do often reft,
Meadows trim, with daifies pied,
Shallow brooks, and rivers wide,
Towers and battlements it fees
Bofom'd high in tufted trees,
Where perhaps fome beauty lies,
The Cynofure of neighb'ring eyes.
Hard by, a cottage-chimney fmokes,
From betwixt two aged oaks,
Where Corydon and Thyrfis met,
Are at their favoury dinner set
Of herbs, and other country-meffes,
Which the neat-handed Phillis dreffes:
And then in hafte her bow'r she leaves,
With Theftylis to bind the fheaves;

Or if the earlier season lead

To the tann'd haycock in the mead,
Sometimes with secure delight

The upland hamlets will invite,
When the merry bells ring round,
And the jocund rebecs found

To many a youth, and many a maid,
Dancing in the chequer'd shade;
And young and old come forth to play
On a funshine holy-day.

Till the live-long daylight fail;
Then to the spicy nut-brown ale,
With stories told of many a feat,
How Fairy Mab the junkets ate.
She was pinch'd, and pull'd, she said,
And he by friars lanthorn led.
Tells how the drudging goblin fwet,
To earn his cream-bowl duly fet,
When in one night, ere glimpse of
morn,
His fhadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn
That ten day-lab'rers could not end;

Then lies him down, the lubbar fiend,

And ftretch'd out all the chimney's length,
Basks at the fire his hairy strength,
And crop-full out of doors he flings,
Ere the first cock his mattin rings.
Thus done the tales, to bed they creep,
By whifp'ring winds foon lull'd asleep.
Tow'red cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men,

Where throngs of knights and barons bold
In weeds of peace high triumphs hold,
With ftore of ladies, whofe bright eyes
Rain influence, and judge the prize
Of wit, or arms, while both contend
To win her grace, whom all commend.
There let Hymen oft appear

In faffron robe, with taper clear,
And pomp, and feaft, and revelry,
With mask, and antique pageantry,
Such fights as youthful poets dream
On fummer-eves, by haunted stream.
Then to the well-trod stage anon,
If Jonfon's learned fock be on,
Or fweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.
And ever against eating cares,
Lap me in foft Lydian airs,
Married to immortal verse,

Such as the melting foul may pierce
In notes, with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out,
With wanton heed, and giddy cunning,
The melting voice through mazes running,
Untwisting all the chains that tie

The hidden foul of harmony;

That Orpheus' felf may heave his head

From golden flumber on a bed

Of heap'd Elyfian flow'rs, and hear

Such ftrains as would have won the ear

Of Pluto, to have quite fet free His half-regain'd Eurydice. These delights if thou canft give, Mirth, with thee I mean to live.