He mix’d his bitters in the cup of joy
Nor gave a bliss uninjured by alloy.
THE MAGNET.
Why force the backward heart on love,
That of itself the flame might feel?
When you the Magnet’s power would prove,
Say, would you strike it on the Steel?
From common flints you may by force
Excite some transient sparks of fire;
And so, in natures rude and coarse,