Epigram 44. To my Cousin German Mrs. Cordelia Harryes

When as in Cornwall at Powlmaggon, I
Enjoy'd that sweet retired Companie.
Methought that house afforded all the bliss
Poets can feign there in Elysium is.
My Lord and Lady (blest in wedlock) led
Their dayes in as much quiet as in bed
They spent their Nights; fit couple t'entertain
Hermes and Jove, walk't they on earth again:
And their House to be made a Temple, where
Concor'd and peace triumphed all the year.
But old Philemon and his reverened wife
Led a most poor though a contented Life.
My Lord Mohun liv'd in a plenteous wise,
Able to feast the wandring Deities.
You and your Sisters Graces seem'd to grace
Your Parents firm Affection, and the Place.
So live the blest, and best: and so may I,
While you a more transcendent Life enjoy.