And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse

Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.

License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.

Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.

But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.

Here the great art lies, to discern in what the law is to be to restraint and punishment, and in what things persuasion only is to work.