From piles which to the clouds aspire;
Leave wealthy Rome for humbler joys,
Its smoke, its riches, and its noise.
Vicissitudes delight the great
Well pleased sometimes to quit their state:
Beneath the poor man’s humble roof,
A frugal supper neatly dress’d
Oft smooths the brow, keeps care aloof,
Though there no purple couch be prest.
III.