Be to my Foe no greater Curse assign’d!
Than a malignant Heart and envious Mind.
Thrice happy he! that’s with Good Nature blest,
Love of his Species rules his tender Breast;
Nor there confin’d: The Brute Creation share
His kind Beneficence and gen’rous Care.
No base malicious Thoughts his Peace annoy:
Are others happy? he partakes their Joy.
Chearful and innocent the Day he spends,
And Silver Sleep his quiet Nights attends.