Let mules and asses in that circle tread, <br />And proud of trappings toss a feather'd head; <br />Leave you the stupid business of the state, <br />Strive to be happy, and despise the great: <br />Come where the Graces guide the gentle day, <br />Where Venus rules amidst her native sea, <br />Where at her altar gallantries appear, <br />And even Wisdom dares not show severe.<br /><br />Lady Mary Wortley Montagu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragment-to/
