’Tis but the sameness tires you—cross the seas,
And let us taste the world’s varieties. 480
“’Tis said, in Paris that a man may live
In all the luxuries a world can give;
And in a space confined to narrow bound
All the enjoyments of our life are found.
There we may eat and drink, may dance and dress,
And in its very essence joy possess;
May see a moving crowd of lovely dames;
May win a fortune at your favourite games;