The Thirst of Praise, but e’en their Vices chains,
Forbids thro’ Folly’s Labyrinths to rove,
And yield to Pleasure the unheeded reins:
To raise mid Hymen’s Joys domestic Strife,
Or seek that Converse which They ought to shun
To break the sacred Ties of married Life
And give to many what they vow’d to one.
Far from the Bustle of the splendid Throng
They tread Obscurity’s sequester’d Vale,
Where the white Hours glide silently along