HE Frenchman first in literary fame, With spirit, genius, eloquence, supplied, Lived long, wrote much, laughed heartily, and died: An infidel in health, but what when sick? And fumed with frankincense on every side, L Yon cottager who weaves at her own door, Content though mean, and cheerful if not gay, Receives no praise, but, though her lot be such, Just knows, and knows no more; her Bible true- O happy peasant! O unhappy bard! |