Shepherd! seek not wealth nor power,
Let the verdant woodbine bower,
And the hills, and vales, and trees,
And the lonely cottage please.
Can the gaudy gilded room
Vie with fields in vernal bloom?
Or Italian airs excel
Plaintive tuneful Philomel?
Can the futile arts of dress
Grace thy modest Shepherdess?
Happier in her humble sphere,
Than the daughters of the peer.
‘Midst the city’s tempting glare
Dwell Disease, and Strife, and Care:
Quit not then the farm or fold,
Nor exchange thy Peace for Gold.
From: http://www.eighteenthcenturypoetry.org/works/o4987-w0470.shtml
Date: 1770
By: Joseph Cockfield (17??-1816)