The common Lot of Grief and Care;
Whose Love will then be such as thou
Wilt not refuse—nor need’st thou now; 20
Though not perhaps to that dear Mind
Alone devoted and confined;
For, while this fleshly veil endure,
The best are but the least impure.
Yet, tho’ not free from earthly Stain,
From Daily Jealousies and pains,
Still, before all itself approves,