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\ml to those dainty limbs which Nature lent
for gentle usnge, and soft delicacy?
But you invert the covenants of her trust,
And harshly deal, like an ill borrower,
With that which you received on other terms,
Scorning the unexempt condition
By which all mortal frailty must subsist,
Refreshment after toil, ease alter pain,
That have been tired all day without repast,
And timely rest have wanted; but, fair virgin,
This will restore all soon.
'Twill not, ftlse traitor! Twill not restore the truth and honesty That thou hast banished from thy tongue with lies. Was this the cottage, and the safe abode, Thou told'st me of? What grim aspects are these, These ugly-headed monsters? Mercy guard me! Hence with thy brewed enchantments, foul deceive.-! Hast thou betrayed my credulous innocence With visored falsehood, and base forgery? And wouldst thou seek again to trap me here With liquorish baits fit to ensnare a brute? Were it a draught for Juno when she banquets, I would not taste thy treasonous offer; none But such as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is not delicious To a well-governed and wise appetite.
Oh, foolishness of men! that lend their ears To those budge doctors of the Stoic fur, And fetch their precepts from the Cynic tub, Praising the lean and sallow abstinence. Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please and sate the curious taste? And set to work millions of spinning worms, That in their green shops weave the smooth-haired silk To deck her sons; and, that no corner might Be vacant of her plenty, in her own loins She hutched the all-worshipped ore, and precious gems To store her children with: if all the world