If calm discretion’s steadfast hand,
With cautious skill the reins command,
From me fain health’s fresh mountain springs,
O’er me soft snugness spreads her wings:
And innocence reflects her ray
To gild my calm sequester’d way;
E’en kings might quit their state to share
Contentment and a one horse chair.—
What though, o’er yonder echoing street,
Your rapid wheels resound so sweet,