INSCRIPTION ON A SUMMER-HOUSE BELONGING TO GILBERT WEST, ESQ. AT WICKHAM, IN KENT. BY THE SAME. NOT wrapt in smoky London's sulphurous clouds, And not far distant, stands my rural cot: Neither obnoxious to intruding crowds, Nor for the good and friendly too remote. And when too much repose brings on the spleen, Or the gay city's idle pleasure's cloy; Swift as my changing wish I shift the scene, And now the country, now the town enjoy.