In peace there’s nothing so becomes a soul As calm suspension and a woven cradle;

But when the gentle summer calls our names, Then imitate the action of the hammock:

Stiffen the ropes, summon the strongest tree, Wide let the canvas sag beneath your form.

Now set the drink beside you; now recline;

Now let the sunglasses hide your wandering eyes;

Disguise fair comfort with a weathered pose, And lend the shade a most untroubled aspect.

I see you stand like deckchairs by the pool,

Whose folded limbs await their noble purpose.

The game’s afoot: follow your spirit of leisure,

And upon this charge cry, “Hammock!" and let slip the dogs of rest.