Hence, vain deluding Joys,

The brood of Folly without father bred!

[How little you bested],

Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys!

Dwell in some idle brain, 5

And fancies [fond] with gaudy shapes possess,

As thick and numberless

As the gay motes that people the sun-beams,

Or likest hovering dreams,

The fickle pensioners of [Morpheus’] train. 10