The man who in his breast contains

The man who in his breast contains, A heart which no base art arraigns, Enchanting pleasures ground may tread, Where love and youthful fancy lead; May toy and laugh, may dance and sing, While jocund life is in her spring.

When cynics rail, and pedants frown, Their rigid maxims I disown: I smile to see their angry brow, And hate the gloomy selfish crew: In their despite I'll laugh and sing, While jocund life is in her spring.

Be mine the social joys of life, And let good-nature vanquish strife, So innocence with me reside, And honor reigns each action's guide: I'll toy and laugh, and dance and sing, While jocund life is in her spring.

Then Phillis come, and share those joys Which no intemp'rate use destroys; While you remain as kind as fair, My heart defies each anxious care: With thee I'll toy, and laugh and sing, While jocund life is in her spring.