Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The

But Honest Instinct Comes A Volunteer; Sure Never To O'er-shoot, But Just To Hit, While Still Too Wide Or Short In Human Wit.

Ah! What Avails It Me The Flocks To Keep, Who Lost My Heart While I Preserv'd My Sheep.

From Vulgar Bounds With Brave Disorder Part, And Snatch A Grace Beyond The Reach Of Art.

You Purchase Pain With All That Joy Can Give And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

Virtue She Finds Too Painful An Endeavour, Content To Dwell In Decencies For Ever.