For what can war, but endless war, still breed?
That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.
To many a youth and many a maid, dancing in the chequer'd shade.
A man may be ungrateful, but the human race is not so.
Nor turned I ween Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites Mysterious of connubial love refused: Whatever hypocrites austerely talk Of purity and place and innocence, Defaming as impure what God declares Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all.
Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational.