Directed, bounded, by this pow’r within, 150
Their cravings are well-aim’d: Voluptous man
Is by superior faculties misled;
Misled from pleasure even in quest of joy.
Sated with nature’s boons, what thousands seek,
With dishes tortur’d from their native taste, 155
And mad variety, to spur beyond
Its wiser will the jaded appetite!
Is this for pleasure? Learn a juster taste;
And know, that temperance is true luxury.