Which still miscarries at projection.
For when the Heat ad Octo intermits,
It poorly takes us like Third Ague fits,
Or must on embers as dull drugs infuse,
80Which we for med'cine not for pleasure use.
Since lovers' joys then leave so sick a taste,
And soon as relish'd by the sense are past;
They are but riddles sure, lost if possest,
And therefore only in reversion best.
For bate them expectation and delay,