Love
.
Love
,
like
Original
Sin
,
in
all
does
dwell
,
Fools
sighs
in
private
,
and
the
Witty
tell
;
Boast
they'r
fond
Passions
in
repeated
Rhymes
,
That
other
Reigning
Mischief
of
the
Times
:
The
Learn'd
asham'd
to
own
their
Amorous
Pain
,
Vent
the
warm
Raptures
in
a
Pious
strain
,
Sigh
,
Languish
,
Die
,
(
tho'
for
a
Mortal
fair
,
)
In
Lays
Divine
,
like
Quarles
and
Arwaker
.