164 THE POEMS OP ANNE �Which but attended some convenient Day, �To face the Sun, and brighter Beams display. �The Chest unbarr'd, no radiant Gems they find, 60 �No secret Sums to foreign Banks design'd, �But humble Marks of an obscure Recess, �Emblems of Care, and Instruments of Peace; �The Hook, the Scrip, and for unblam'd Delight �The merry Bagpipe, which, ere fall of Night, �Cou'd sympathizing Birds to tuneful Notes invite. �Welcome ye Monuments of former Joys! �Welcome! to bless again your Master's Eyes, �And draw from Courts, th' instructed Shepherd cries. �No more dear Relicks ! we no more will part, 70 �You shall my Hands employ, who now revive my Heart. �No Emulations, or corrupted Times �Shall falsly blacken, or seduce to Crimes �Him, whom your honest Industry can please, �Who on the barren Down can sing from inward Ease. �How's this! the Monarch something mov'd rejoins. With such low Thoughts, and Freedom from Designs, What made thee leave a Life so fondly priz'd, To be in Crouds, or envy'd, or despis'd ? �Forgive me, Sir, and Humane Frailty see, 80 �The Swain replies, in my past State and Me ; All peaceful that, to which I vow return. But who alas! (tho' mine at length I mourn) Was e'er without the Curse of some Ambition born. �THEKE'S NO TO-MORROW �A Fable imitated from Sir Roger L' Estrange �Two long had Lov'd, and now the Nymph desir'd, The Cloak of Wedlock, as the Case requir'd; Urg'd that, the Day he wrought her to this Sorrow, ��� �
