Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.
Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
What use of oaths, of promise, or of test, where men regard no God but interest?
With wisdom fraught; not such as books, but such as practice taught.
His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.
Gods, that never change their state, vary oft their love and hate.