But canst at home in thy securer rest,
Live with un-bought provision blest;
Free from proud porches or their guilded roofs,
‘Mongst lowing herds and solid hoofs:
Along the curled woods and painted meads,
Through which a serpent river leads
To some cool courteous shade, which he calls his,
And makes sleep softer than it is!
Or if thou list the night in watch to break,
A-bed canst hear the loud stag speak,