VII Mon. September [1742] hath xxx days.

Studious of Ease, and fond of humble Things,

Below the Smiles, below the Frowns of Kings:

Thanks to my Stars, I prize the Sweets of Life,

No sleepless Nights I count, no Days of Strife.

I rest, I wake, I drink, I sometimes love,

I read, I write, I settle, or I rove;

Content to live, content to die unknown,

Lord of myself, accountable to none.