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And through the closest Pores a Passage find,
New Charms in vain a Lover's Faith would prove ;
Hermits or Bed-rid Men they'll sooner move :
But when by his chaste Nymph embrac'd,
Both Heav'n and Earth would our Desires confine
But yet in vain both Heav'n and Earth combine,
Whose Lawsonce broke, we are not held by force,
But the false Breach itself is a Divorce.
For Love the Miser will his Gold despise,
Thou glorious Sun within our Souls,
Quicken’d by thee, more lively move,
In Heav'ns great Work thy Part is such,
To Heav'n's own Master-piece of Man;
From Childhood upwards we decay, And grow
but greater Children ev'ry Day : So Reason how can we be said to rise ?
So many Cares attend the being wise,
Favour'd by Love perhaps much less than he.
For Love, the tim'rous bashful Maid
For Love she overcomes her Shame,
Love is the Salt of Life; a higher Taste
Mere common Counters of the Sense,
HOU lovely Slave to a rude Husband's Will,
By Nature us'd so well, by him so ill !
But where can we behold a Wife like Thee?
While to a Tyrant you by Fate are ty'd, By Love you tyrannize o'er all beside: