How bless'd is he who leads a country life, Unvex'd with anxious cares, and void of strife! Who studying peace, and shunning civil rage, Enjoy'd his youth, and now enjoys his age: All who deserve his love, he makes his own; And, to be loved himself, needs only to be known. Just, good, and wise, contending neighbours come, From your award to wait their final doom; And, foes before, return in friendship home. Without their cost, you terminate the cause; 10 And save the expense of long litigious laws: Where suits are traversed; and so little won, That he who conquers, is but last undone: Such are not your decrees; but so design'd, The sanction leaves a lasting peace behind; Like your own soul, serene; a pattern of your mind. Promoting concord, and composing strife, Lord of yourself, uncumber'd with a wife; Where, for a year, a month, perhaps a night, Long penitence succeeds a short delight: 20 Minds are so hardly match'd, that even the first, Though pair'd by Heaven, in Paradise were cursed. For man and woman, though in one they grow, Yet, first or last, return again to two. He to God's image, she to his was made; So farther from the fount the stream at random stray'd. How could he stand, when, put to double pain, He must a weaker than himself sustain! Each might have stood perhaps; but each alone; Two wrestlers help to pull each other down. 30 Not that my verse would blemish all the fair; But yet, if some be bad, 'tis wisdom to beware; And better shun the bait, than struggle in the snare. Thus have you shunn'd, and shun the married state, Trusting as little as you can to fate. No porter guards the passage of your door, To admit the wealthy, and exclude the poor; For God, who gave the riches, gave the heart, To sanctify the whole, by giving part; Heaven, who foresaw the will, the means has wrought, 40 And to the second son a blessing brought; The first-begotten had his father's share: But you, like Jacob, are Rebecca's heir.[25] So may your stores and fruitful fields increase; And ever be you bless'd, who live to bless. As Ceres sow'd, where'er her chariot flew; As Heaven in deserts rain'd the bread of dew; So free to many, to relations most, You feed with manna your own Israel host.