Song LXXXVI., pp.338-339.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

MAY the ambitious ever find 

Success in crowds and noise, 

While gentle love does fill my mind 

With silent real joys. 


May knaves and fools grow rich and great, 

And all the world think them wise, 

While I ly at my Nanny’s feet, 

And all the world despise 


Let conquering kings new triumphs raise, 

And melt in court delights: 

Her eyes can give much brighter days, 

Her arms much softer nights.

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