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.