To this Fair Creature I'd sometimes retire,
Her Conversation would new Joys inspire;
Give Life an Edge so keen, no surly Care
Would venture to Assault my Soul, or dare
Near my Retreat to hide one secret Snare.
But so Divine, so Noble a Repast
I'd seldom, and with Moderation, taste.
For Highest Cordials all their Virtue loose,
By a too frequent, and too bold an Use:
And what would Cheer the Spirits in Distress;
Ruins our Health, when taken to Excess.