From heaven did always choose their way,
And therefore we may boldly say,
That ’tis the way, too, thither.
How happy here should I
And one dear she, live, and embracing die!
She who is all the world, and can exclude
In deserts solitude.
I should have then this only fear—
Lest men, when they my pleasures see,
Should hither throng to live like me