They talk'd of Virtue, and of Human Bliss.
What else so fit for Man to settle well?
And still their long Researches met in This,
This  which nothing can refel:
"From Virtue's Fount the purest Joys out-well,
" Sweet Rills of Thought that chear the conscious Soul;
"While Vice pours forth the troubled Streams of Hell,
" The which, howe'er disguis'd, at last with Dole
"Will through the tortur'd Breast their fiery Torrent roll."