False pleasure from abroad her joys imports;
Rich from within, and self-sustain’d, the true.
The true is fix’d, and solid as a rock;
Slippery the false, and tossing, as the wave.
This, a wild wanderer on earth, like Cain;
That, like the fabled, self-enamour’d boy,[48] 930
Home-contemplation her supreme delight;
She dreads an interruption from without, 932
Smit with her own condition; and the more
Intense she gazes, still it charms the more.