A retirement "sonnet" in octosyllabic couplets, based on Milton's L'Allegro, signed "Henry Green." The poem is presented as "For the London Magazine"; I have not identified Green.
Come, meek-ey'd nymph, of aspect sweet,
Sober, modest, and discreet;
Sober, calm Content, my breast possess,
The dower thou bringst is Happiness.
O lead me to the moss-grown cell,
With thee and Virtue there to dwell,
With Temperance, of gentle mien,
And Conscience spotless and serene.
Let others share the glittering stores
Of gorgeous Ind's ensanguin'd shores;
Let soaring minds a lust inflame
Of lawless Power and guilty Fame:
From thee, Content, those joys can flow,
Nor Wealth, nor Power, nor Fame bestow.