In peaceable tranquillity;
No cares of war disturb my breast;
With taxes you are not opprest;
This life I’ll therefore spend in joy;
None shall be happier than I.
But lest I should pursue false bliss,
What I would ask of you is this,
To tell me—what true pleasure is?”
The beasts seem’d pleas’d with this request;
Each thought he could advise him best,