Of thousand bright || inhabitants of air
The sprites of fiery || termagants inflame
The rest, his many-colour’d || robe conceal’d
The same, his ancient || personage to deck
Ev’n here, where frozen || Chastity retires
I sit, with sad || civility, I read
Back to my native || moderation slide
Or shall we ev’ry || decency confound
Time was, a sober || Englishman wou’d knock
And place, on good || security, his gold