They hunt, they course, they shoot, they fish, they game;
The objects vary, though the end the same—
A search for that which flies them; no, my Boy!
’Tis not enjoyment, ’tis pursuit of joy.”
Peter was thoughtful—thinking, What! not these,
Who can command, or purchase, what they please—
Whom many serve, who only speak the word, 530
And they have all that earth or seas afford—
All that can charm the mind and please the eye—
And they not happy!—but I’ll ask her why.