Happy the man, whose wish and care
  A few paternal acres bound,
  Content to breathe his native air
  In his own ground.

  Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
  Whose flocks supply him with attire;
  Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
  In winter fire.

  Blest, who can unconcern'dly find
  Hours, days, and years slide soft away
  In health of body, peace of mind,
  Quiet by day,

  Sound sleep by night; study and ease
  Together mixt, sweet recreation,
  And innocence, which most does please
  With meditation.

  Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
  Thus unlamented let me die;
  Steal from the world, and not a stone
  Tell where I lie.