In London I never knew what I'd be at, Enraptured with this, and enchanted by that, I'm wild with the sweets of variety's plan, And life seems a blessing too happy for man. But the country, Lord help me!, sets all matters right, So calm and composing from morning to night; Oh! it settles the spirit when nothing is seen But an ass on a common, a goose on a green. Your magpies and stockdoves may flirt among trees, And chatter their transports in groves, if they please: But a house is much more to my taste than a tree, And for groves, O! a good grove of chimneys for me. In the country, if Cupid should find a man out, The poor tortured victim mopes hopeless about, But in London, thank Heaven! our peace is secure, Where for one eye to kill, there's a thousand to cure. I know love's a devil, too subtle to spy, That shoots through the soul, from the beam of an eye; But in London these devils so quick fly about, That a new devil shill drives an old devil out.
- by Charles Morris (1745 - 1838), written 1798 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by William Walton (1902 - 1983), "The contrast", from A Song for the Lord Mayor's Table, no. 5. [text verified 1 time]
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