ABSTRACT

Rochester’s easie Muse does still improve Each hour thy1 little wealthy World of Love, (That World in which each Muse is thought a Queen) That he must be forgiv’n in Charity then; Tho his sharp Satyrs have offended thee; In charity to Love, who will decay, When its delightful Muse (its only stay) Is by thy Pow’r severely ta’ne away. Forbear (then) Civil Wars, and strike not down Love, who alone supports thy tott’ring Crown.