450 VERSES WRITTEN BY MRS. HUTCHlNSON, In the small Book conta,ining her own Life, and most probably composed jby her during her Ilvsband's retirement from public business to ltis seat at Owtlwrpe. ALL sorts of men through various labours presse To the same end, contented quietnesse; Great princes vex their labouring thoughts to be Possest of an unbounded soveraignetie; The hardy souldier cloth all toyles susteine That he may conquer first, and after raigne; Th' industrio;ts merchant ploughs the angrie seas That he may bring home wealth, and live at ease, Which 110ne of them attaine; for sweete repose But seldome to the splendid pallace goes; A troope of restles~e passions wander there, And private lives are only free from care. Sleep to the cottage bringetit ·happie nights, But to the court, hung round with flaring lights, Which th' office of the vanisht day supplie, His image only comes to close the eie, But gives the troubled mi!Jd no ease of care; While countrie s.lumbers undisturbed are; Where, if the active fanci~·dreames present, They bring no horrors to the innocent. Ambition doth incessantly aspire, And each advance leads on to new· desire; ~or yet can riches av'rice satisfie, For want and wealth together multiplie:
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