To many a youth and many a maid, dancing in the chequer'd shade.

Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won.

Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.

Freely we serve, because freely we love.

Evil on itself shall back recoil.

How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns

Virtue, which breaks through opposition and all temptation can remove, most shines, and most is acceptable above.