Sat. V. lloe Universal Passion . 117

Then please the best: and know, for men of sense

Your strongest charms are native innocence.

Arts on the mind, like paint upon the face,

Fright him, that’s worth your love, from your

[embrace.

In simple manners all the secret lies,

Be kind and virtuous, you’ll be blest and wife.

Vain Jhow, and noise, intoxicate the brain,

Begin with giddiness , and end in pain.

Affect not empty fame, and idle praise,

Which, all those wretches I describe, betrays.Tour sex’s glory ’tis to shine unknown.

Of all applause, be fondest of your own.

Beware the fever of the mind / that thirstWith which this age is eminently curst.

To drink of pleasure but inflames desire,

And abstinence alone can quench the fire,

Take pain from life, and terror from the tomb,Give peace in hand, and promise bliss to come.