The Valetudinarian

Ye that groan beneath the weight Of dissipation, pride, or state, Condemn'd to walk through life's parade, At rout, or drum, or masquerade, Ye that fain would pleasure find, Led by Fortune, ever blind, Come and sit along with me, Come and taste tranquility.

Or if chac'd by sallow care, Would you shun the hag Despair? Would you chearful health restore, When advice can do no more? Seek the fresh reviving breeze, Or the fanning of the trees, Come and sit along with me, Come and taste tranquility.

Ye that feel the pangs of love, Come and murmer with the dove; Shun the false ungrateful maid; Seek the sweet sequester'd shade; Let her ne'er behold thy grief, Time, ere long, will bring relief; Come and sit along with me, Come and taste tranquility.

Ye that languish to regain A breaking heart, or racking brain; Driv'n by fortune or by fate To a wild and frantic state; Or mopeing wander like a loon, Dreading oft the wayward moon, Come and sit along with me, Come and taste tranquility.