PLEASURE.
On these downy pillows lye,
Whose soft plumes will thither fly:
On these roses, strew'd so plain
Lest one leaf thy side should strain.
SOUL.
My gentler rest is on a thought,
Conscious of doing what I ought.
PLEASURE.
If thou be'st with perfumes pleas'd,
Such as oft the gods appeas'd,
Thou in fragrant clouds shalt show
Like another god below.
SOUL.
A Soul that knows not to presume,
Is heaven's, and its own, perfume.
PLEASURE.
Every thing does seem to vye
Which should first attract thine eye;
But since none deserves that grace,
In this crystal view thy face.