Or in a humble Ode express our sense
Of th' happy state of ease and innocence;
A country life where the contented swain
30Hugs his dear peace, and does a crown disdain;
Thy dext'rous notes with all our thoughts comply,
Can creep on Earth, can up to Heaven fly;
In heights and cadences, so sweet, so strong,
They suit a shepherd's reed, an angel's tongue.
————————But who can comprehend