Rather than teize her sated appetites. 255
Who never fasts no banquet e’er enjoys;
Who never toils or watches never sleeps.
Let nature rest: And when the taste of joy
Grows keen, indulge; but shun satiety.
’Tis not for mortals always to be blest. 260
But him the least the dull or painful hours
Of life oppress, whom sober Sense conducts
And Virtue, thro’ this labyrinth we tread.
Virtue and Sense I mean not to disjoin;