He saw her lovely bosom bare

Reason, an Ignis fatuus of the Mind, Which leaves the light of Nature, Sense, behind.

Were I, who to my Cost already am One of those strange, prodigious Creatures Man, A Spirit free, to choose for my own Share, What sort of Flesh and Blood I pleas'd to wear, I'd be a Dog, a Monkey, or a Bear, Or any thing, but that vain …

When my young master's worship comes to town, From pedagogue and mother just fit free, The heir and hopes of a great famiiy; Who with strong beer and beef the country rules, And ever since the Conquest have been fools; And now, with …

Love, the most generous passion of the mind The softest refuge innocence can find.

The Elephant is never won with Anger, Nor must that man, who would reclaim a Lion, Take him by the teeth.

Whilst the misguided Follower climbs with Pain, Mountains of Whimsies, heapt in his own Brain, Stumbling from Thought to Thought, falls headlong down Into Doubt's boundless Sea, where like to drown, Books bear him up a-while, and make him …