COUNTESS OF WINOHILSEA 259 �Driving at once the Bounds, and licensed Herds along. The Earth agen one general Scene appears ; 200 �No regular distinction now, Betwixt the Grounds for Pasture, or the Plough, �The Face of Nature wears. �Free as the Men, who wild Confusion love, �And lawless Liberty approve, �Their Fellow-Brutes pursue their way, To their own Loss, and disadvantage stray, As wretched in their Choice, as unadvis'd as They. The tim'rous Deer, whilst he forsakes the Park, And wanders on, in the misguiding Dark, 210 �Believes, a Foe from ev'ry unknown Bush �Will on his trembling Body rush, Taking the Winds, that vary in their Notes, For hot pursuing Hounds with deeply bellowing Throats. Th' awaken' d Birds, shook from their nightly Seats, �Their unavailing Pinions ply, �Repuls'd, as they attempt to fly In hopes they might attain to more secure Retreats. But, Where ye wilder' d Fowls wou'd You repair? �When this your happy Portion given, 220 �Your upward Lot, your Firmament of Heaven, Your unentail'd, your undivided Air, Where no Proprietor was ever known, Where no litigious Suits have ever grown, Whilst none from Star to Star cou'd call the space his Own ; When this no more your middle Flights can bear, But some rough Blast too far above conveighs, Or to unquitted Earth confines your weak Essays. Nor You, nor wiser Man cou'd find Repose, �Nor cou'd our Industry produce 230 �Expedients of the smallest Use, ��� �
