From most that nurtures judgment, care and pain:
Judgment, that dull expedient we are fain,
Less favored, to adopt betimes and force
Stead us, diverted from our natural course
Of joys—contrive some yet amid the dearth,
Vary and render them, it may be, worth
Most we forgo.
FROM BOOK THREE.
Let stay those girls (e’en her disguised
—Jewels i’ the locks that love no crownet like