"What joy, (cries  in his calm retreat)
Had I but such an office in the state!
That post exactly suits my active mind,
And sure my genius was for courts design'd."
Thou hast it, friend, — for 'tis in  pow'r;
Learn to be thankful, and teaze Heav'n no more.
See! how kind Fancy gen'rously supplies
What a whole thankless land thy worth denies.
See! how she paints the lovely flatt'ring scene,
With all the pleasure, and wihout the pain.
Make much of Fancy's favours, and believe
You'll hardly match the pleasures she can give.