Pleasure's in the Vale

While giddy pride, from day to day, In quest of pleasure flies, She often turns her head away, Or dazzles with her eyes; Or sometimes in the splendid throng, Where courtly forms appear, She's oft pursu'd the whole night long, But Pleasure's seldom there.

Say, wou'd you know then, where to find, The fair capricious maid; She rests within the humble mind, The cottage, or the shade: Or where you hear the nightingale, Sequester'd, near some brook; While Cynthia, lights the silent vale, There, there for Pleasure look.