Dissolv’d in female tenderness, forgets 355
Each manly virtue, and grows dead to fame.
Sweet heaven from such intoxicating charms
Defend all worthy breasts! Not that I deem
Love always dangerous, always to be shun’d.
Love well repaid, and not too weakly sunk 360
In wanton and unmanly tenderness,
Adds bloom to Health; o’er every virtue sheds
A gay, humane, and amiable grace,
And brightens all the ornaments of man.