'Cause many Thirsts are quenched there?
Or have you not with the same Odours met,
When more then One have smelt your Violet
The Phœnix is not angry at her nest,
'Cause her Perfumes makes others Blest:
Tho' Incense to th' Immortal Gods be meant,
Yet Mortals rival in the Scent.
Man is the Lord of Creatures; yet we see
That all his Vassals Loves are free;
The severe Wedlock-Fetters do not bind