For Her, Creation all its Stores displays,
The Silkworms labour, and the Diamonds blaze:
Air, Earth, and Sea conspire to tempt her Taste,
And ransack'd Nature furnishes the Feast.
Life's gaudiest Pride attracts her willing Eyes,
And Balls, and Theaters, and Courts arise:
Songsters pant her Ear to please,
Bid the first Cries of infant Reason cease,
Save her from Thought, and lull her Soul to Peace.