No! let us rather seek, in grove and field,
What food for wonder, what for use they yield;
Some just remark from Nature’s people bring,
And some new source of homage for her King.
Pride lives with all; strange names our rustics give
To helpless infants, that their own may live;
Pleased to be known, they’ll some attention claim,
And find some by-way to the house of fame.
The straightest furrow lifts the ploughman’s art,
The hat he gained has warmth for head and heart;