"Nor need my friends the various costly feast;
"Hunger to them th' effects of art supplies;
"Labour prepares their weary limbs to rest;
"Sweet is their sleep: light, chearful, strong they rise.
"Thro' health, thro' joy, thro' pleasure and renown,
"They tread my paths; and by a soft descent,
"At length to age all gently sinking down,
"Look back with transport on a life well-spent:
"In which, no hour flew unimprov'd away;
"In which, some generous deed distinguish'd every day.