The paſſing Rivulets and lucid Streams
Gave wholſom draughts.
Of the tall Pine, through which no Ray could peep,
The gentle Mortal careleſs lay,
Shunning the Heats of the Meridian Ray.
With ſwelling Canvaſs and with buſy Oar:
Nor did the Merchant then expoſe his Goods
Did not the Man of War awake;
Move Men to go to War,
And there was no Reward for ſhedding Blood.
Which long ago went floating by,
And ſwallowed in the mighty Gulf of Time,
Make now an uſeleſs part of vaſt Eternity!
And more than Ætna's Flames doth rage,
And nothing can the burning Thirſt aſſwage.
And ſecret Cloſets of the Earth,
And gave to Gold and Diamonds a Birth,
Which in their Cauſes did deſire to ſleep;