To draw Contagion from polluted Air.
In gilded Chariots some delight to ride,
And with their Folly, gratify their Pride,
While the vile ends they court from this Address,
Gives them false Notions of true Happiness.
A thousand diff’rent whims possess the Mind,
To-day they love, to-Morrow are Inclin’d
Fantastically to vary like the Wind,
Flora her-self, tho’ much more nice and gay,
Changes her Liv’ry not so oft as they.