Of seeming Paradise, yet real Hell,
Yet all agree to lov't too well,
Which no Body, &c.
Where Pious, Lew'd, the Fool, the Wise,
The one like to the other dies,
And leaves a World of Vanities,
Which no Body, &c.
Proud and Covetous, Beaus and Bullies,
Like one o'your musing Melanchollies,
I cry for their Ill's, and laugh at their Follies,