The first in heaven, and sets his foot on hell.
Lorenzo! when wast thou at church before?
Thou think’st the service long: but is it just?
Though just, unwelcome: thou hadst rather tread
Unhallow’d ground; the Muse, to win thine ear, 729
Must take an air less solemn. She complies.
Good conscience! at the sound the world retires;
Verse disaffects it, and Lorenzo smiles:
Yet has she her seraglio full of charms;
And such as age shall heighten, not impair.