"But here, instead, is foster'd every Ill,
" Which or distemper'd Minds or Bodies know.
"Come then, my kindred Spirits! do not spill
" Your Talents here. This Place is but a Shew,
"Whose Charms delude you to the Den of Woe:
" Come, follow me, I will direct you right,
"Where Pleasure's Roses, void of Serpents, grow,
" Sincere as sweet; come, follow this good Knight,
"And you will bless the Day that brought him to your Sight.