Happy the man, whose wish and careA few paternal acres bound,Content to breathe his native airIn his own ground.

You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.

Oft in dreams invention we bestow to change a flounce or add a furbelow.

Horses (thou say'st) and asses men may try, And ring suspected vessels ere they buy; But wives, a random choice, untried they take; They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake; Then, nor till then, the veil's removed away, And all the woman glares in open day.