When all the stormy world doth roar How unconcern'd am I? I cannot fear to tumble lower Who never could be high. Secure in these unenvy'd walls Silence and innocence are safe; While others revel it in state Let some in courtship take delight, These never know a noble flame, 'Tis lust, scorn, or design: While vanity plays all their game, When the inviting spring appears, Let others (nobler) seek to gain But I resolved from within, In privacy intend to spin And from this hermitage of mine, I banish all wild toys, Shall dare to tempt my joys. There are below but two things good, Friendship and Honesty, And only those of all I would Ask for felicity. In this retir'd and humble seat, Free from both war and strife, I am not forc'd to make retreat, But chuse to spend my life. FRANCES BOOTHBY Lived in the reign of Charles II. and was related to Lady Yate, of Harvington, in Worcestershire, as we learn from the dedication of the only piece she has written, a play called Marcelia, 1670. SONG. 1. You powerful Gods, if I must be Then I'll with joy submit unto my fate, Which by your justice gives their empire date. 2. Depose that proud insulting boy, Who most is pleas'd when he can most destroy; O let the world no longer govern'd be By such a blind and childish Deity! For if you Gods be in your power severe, We shall adore you, not from love, but fear. |