Indulge the sweet destroyer of repose, 335
Nor court too much the Queen of charming cares.
For, while the cherish’d poison in your breast
Ferments and maddens; sick with jealousy,
Absence, distrust, or even with anxious joy,
The wholsome appetites and powers of life 340
Dissolve in languor. The coy stomach loaths
The genial board: Your chearful days are gone:
The generous bloom that flush’d your cheeks is fled.
To sighs devoted and to tender pains,