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And yet the languor of inglorious days, Not equally oppressive is to all: Him who ne'er listen'd to the voice of praise, The silence of neglect can ne'er appall. There are, who, deaf to mad Ambition's call, Would shrink to hear the obstreperous trump of Fame; Supremely blest, if to their portion fall Health, competence, and peace. Nor higher aim Had he, whose simple tale these artless lines proclaim.