Chapter 12 No.12

But thou whose nobler Soul was fram'd,

For Glorious and Luxurious Ease,

By Wit adorn'd, by Love inflam'd;

For every Grace, and Beauty Fam'd,

Form'd for delight, design'd to please,

Give, Give a look to every Joy,

That youth and lavish Fortune can invent,

Nor let Ambition, that false God, destroy

Both Heaven and Natures first