By pouring oil of flattery on its rage.
And now, of all the heart approved, possess’d,
Fear’d, favour’d, follow’d, dreaded, and caress’d,
He gently yields to one mellifluous joy,
The only sweet that is not found to cloy,
Bland adulation! - other pleasures pall
On the sick taste, and transient are they all;
But this one sweet has such enchanting power,
The more we take, the faster we devour:
Nauseous to those who must the dose apply,