How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
How vast a memory has Love!
In men, we various ruling passions find; In women, two almost divide the kind Those, only fixed, they first or last obey, The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.
Astrologers that future fates foreshow.
While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.
Thus God and nature linked the gen'ral frame, And bade self-love and social be the same.