And as pale sickness does invade, Your frailer part, the breaches made, In that fair lodging still more clear, Make the bright guest, your soul, appear.

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.

All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.

The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!

Gods, that never change their state, vary oft their love and hate.