Glide, then, for ever, pleasure’s sacred stream!
Through Eden, as Euphrates ran, it runs,
And fosters every growth of happy life;
Makes a new Eden where it flows;—but such
As must be lost, Lorenzo! by thy fall.
“What mean I by thy fall?”—Thou’lt shortly see,
While Pleasure’s nature is at large display’d; 661
Already sung her origin, and ends.
Those glorious ends, by kind, or by degree,
When Pleasure violates, ’tis then a vice,