If those who live in shepherd`s bower, Press not the rich and stately bed; The new-mown hay and breathing flower A softer couch beneath them spread. If those who sit at shepherd`s board, Soothe not their taste by wanton art; They take what Nature`s gifts afford, And take it with a cheerful heart. If those who drain the shepherd`s bowl, No high and sparkling wines can boast; With wholesome cups they cheer the soul, And crown them with the village toast. If those who join in shepherd`s sport, Gay dancing on the daisied ground, Have not the splendour of a court; Yet love adorns the merry round.SourceThe script ran 0.003 seconds.
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