But all t' a tear must melt away;
Let fools and Stoics be cajol'd, say I:
Thou that lik'st Ease and Love, like me,
When once the world says, Farewell both, to thee,
What hast thou more to do
Than in disdain to say, Thou foolish world, adieu!
II.
10There was a time, fool that I was! when I
Believ'd there might be something here below.
A seeming cordial to my drooping heart