I am most difficult to find.
The sort of life for which I care
Is one combining Peace and Plenty
With laisser aller, laisser faire,
And dolce far niente.
(The heart of ev’ry Bridge-fiend jumps:
Dolce ... ’tis sweet to make “No Trumps.”)
I shrink from work in any shape,—
Too clearly do these pages show it,—
But work is what one can’t escape