Why did I write? What sin to me unknown dipped me in ink, my parents , or my own?
Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.
Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.
Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.
To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise.
For when success a lover's toil attends,Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends