Your vigour pines; your vital powers decay; 405

Diseases haunt you; and untimely Age

Creeps on; unsocial, impotent, and lewd.

Infatuate, impious, epicure! to waste

The stores of pleasure, chearfulness, and health!

Infatuate all who make delight their trade, 410

And coy perdition every hour pursue.

Who pines with Love, or in lascivious flames

Consumes, is with his own consent undone:

He chuses to be wretched, to be mad;