A Song by Mr. Gildon.
I.
No, Delia, no: What Man can range
From such Seraphic Pleasure?
’Tis want of Charms that make us change,
To grasp the Fury, Treasure.
What Man of Sense wou’d quit a certain Bliss,
For Hopes and empty Possibilities?
II.
Vain Fools! that sure Possessions spend,
In hopes of Chymic Treasure,