Of Death shall dissipate? Thou dreamest this:
And this I utter now. That thou wouldst not
Forego the Tempter’s vivid lure,
Most truly tell I, Pleasure is not one
But twain, nor think licentious libertine bliss
Befits the splendour of thy soul, begot
Divine, bred for eternal pride. Above
Each fell delight, debased upon the soil,
Soars a pure counterpart, winging the air:
Thou canst but lust upon the one; but Love