Tho’ his warm bath of blessings inspirit your soul;
O swim not too far on Rapture’s high sea,
Lest you sink unawares in the gulph of Ennui.
Impatient of law, Passion oft will reply—
Against limitations I’ll plead till I die!
But chief-justice Nature rejects the vain plea,
And such culprits are doom’d to the gaol of Ennui.
When husband and wife are of honey too fond,
They’re like poison’d carp at the top of a pond;
Together they gape o’er a cold dish of tea,