Not by the Tyrant Conscience;
Then our Commission gives us leave to do
What Youth and Pleasure Prompt us to:
For we must question else Heav'ns great Decree,
And tax it with a Treachery;
If things made sweet to attempt our Appetite,
Should with a guilt Stain the Delight.
High'r Pow'rs rule us, our Selves can nothing do,
Who made us Love, hath made Love lawful too.
It was not Love, but Love transform'd to Vice,