"Nay, nay, my friends, from inns and taverns fly;
You may suppress your thirst, but not supply.
A foolish proverb says, 'the devil's at home;'
But he is there, and tempts in every room:
Men feel, they know not why, such places please;
His are the spells—they're idleness and ease;
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Magic of fatal kind he throws around,
Where care is banish'd but the heart is bound.
"Think not of beauty; when a maid you meet,