Chapter 14 No.14

Divert him all ye pretty Solitudes,

And give his Life some softning Interludes:

That when his weari'd mind would be,

From Noise and Rigid Bus'ness free;

He may upon your Mossey Beds lye down,

Where all is Gloomy, all is Shade,

With some dear Shee, whom Nature made,

To be possest by him alone;

Where the soft tale of Love She