They drink deceiv'd, and so deceiv'd they live."

But our poets seldom employ this stanza in compositions of their own; where the following stanza of eight verses are most frequent,

"Some others may with Safety tell

The mod'rate Flames which in them dwell;

And either find some Med'cine there,

Or cure themselves ev'n by Despair:

My Love's so great, that it might prove

Dang'rous to tell her that I love.

So tender is my Wound it cannot bear

Any Salute, tho' of the kindest Air."—Cowley.