ABSTRACT
LOVELESS. How true is that philosophy, which says,
Our heaven is seated in our minds! Through all the roving pleasures of my youth, (Where nights and days seem’d all consum’d in
joy, Where the false face of luxury Display’d such charms,
As might have shaken the most holy hermit, And made him totter at his altar;) I never knew one moment’s peace like this. Here-in this little soft retreat, My thoughts unbent from all the cares of life, Content with fortune, Eas’d from the grating duties of dependance, From envy free, ambition under foot,
The raging flame of wild destructive lust Reduc’d to a warm pleasing fire of lawful
love, My life glides on, and all is well within.
