Eloquence The Soul, Song Charms The Senses.

Unless An Age Too Late, Or Cold Climate, Or Years, Damp My Intended Wing.

Subdue By Force, Who Reason For Their Law Refuse, Right Reason For Their Law.

Into This Wild Abyss, The Womb Of Nature And Perhaps Her Grave.

One Sip Of This Will Bathe The Drooping Spirits In Delight, Beyond The Bliss Of Dreams.

Nor Jealousy Was Understood, The Injur'd Lover's Hell.