Know’st thou her nature, purpose, parentage?
Attend my song, and thou shalt know them all;
And know thyself; and know thyself to be
(Strange truth!) the most abstemious man alive.
Tell not Calista; she will laugh thee dead;
Or send thee to her hermitage with L——. 610
Absurd presumption! Thou who never knew’st
A serious thought! shalt thou dare dream of joy?
No man e’er found a happy life by chance;
Or yawn’d it into being with a wish;