Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
New vows to plight, and plighted vows to break.
The good we have enjoyed from Heaven's free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?
Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.