Then would I next the Roman Field survey,
Where brave Fabricius with his Army lay;
Fam’d for his Valour, from Corruption free,
Made up of Courage and Humility. 
That when Encamp’d the good Man lowly bent,
Cook’d his own Cabbage in his homely Tent: 
And when the Samaites sent a Golden Sum,
To tempt him to betray his Country Rome,
The Dross he scoffingly return’d untold, }
And answer’d with a Look serenely bold, }
That Roman Sprouts would boil without their Grecian Gold:  }
Then eat his Cale-worts for his Meal design’d,
And beat the Grecian Army when he’d din’d.

Thus wou’d I range the World from Pole to Pole;
To encrease my Knowledge, and delight my Soul;
Travel all Nations and inform my Sence;
With ease and safety, at a small Expence: 
No Storms to plough, no Passengers Sums to pay,
No Horse to hire, or Guide to show the way,
No Alps to clime, no Desarts here to pass,
No Ambuscades, no Thief to give me chase;
No Bear to dread, or rav’nous Wolf to fight,
No Flies to sting, no Rattle-Snakes to bite;
No Floods to ford, no Hurricans to fear;
No dreadful Thunder to surprize the Ear;
No Winds to freeze, no Sun to scorch or fry,
No Thirst, or Hunger, and Relief not nigh. 
All these Fatiegues and Mischiefs could I shun; }
Rest when I pleas’d, and when I please Jog on, }
And travel through both Indies in an Afternoon. }

When the Day thus far pleasingly was spent,
And every Hour admin’stred Content,
Then would I range the Fields, and flow’ry Meads,
Where Nature her exub’rant Bounty spreads,
In whose delightful Products does appear
Inimitable Beauty ev’ry where;
Contemplate on each Plant, and useful Weed,
And how its Form first lay involved in Seed,
How they’re preserv’d by Providential Care,
For what design’d, and what their Virtues are. 
Thus to my Mind by dint of Reason prove,
That all below is ow’d to Heaven above,
And that no Earthly Temporals can be,
But what must Center in Eternity. 
Then gaze aloft, whence all things had their Birth,
And mount my prying Soul ’twixt Heaven and Earth,
Thus the sweet Harmonv o’ th’ whole admire, }
And by due Search new Learning still aquire, }
So nearer ev’ry day to Truths Divine aspire. }

When tir’d with thought, then from my Pocket pluck
Some friendly dear Companion of a Book,
Whose homely Calves-skin fences did contain
The Verbal Treasure of some Old good Man: 
Made by long study and experience wise,
Whose piercing thoughts to Heavenly knowledge rise,
Amongst whose Pious Reliques I would find,
Rules for my Life, Rich Banquets for my mind,
Such pleasing Nectar, such Eternal Food,
That well digested, makes a Man a God;
And for his use at the same time prepares