Let mules and asses in that circle tread, 
And proud of trappings toss a feather'd head; 
Leave you the stupid business of the state, 
Strive to be happy, and despise the great: 
Come where the Graces guide the gentle day, 
Where Venus rules amidst her native sea, 
Where at her altar gallantries appear, 
And even Wisdom dares not show severe.