LIFE OF COTTON. 365 



X. 



By which, we see that wealth and power, 

 Although they make men rich and great, 



The sweets of life do often sour, 

 And gull ambition with a cheat. 



XI. 



Nor is he happier than those 



Who, in a moderate estate 

 Where he might safely live at ease, 



Has lusts that are immoderate ; 



XII. 



For he, by those desires misled, 



Quits his own vine's securing shade, 

 T' expose his naked empty head 



To all the storms man's peace invade. 



XIII. 



Nor is he happy, who is trim 



Trickt up in, favours of the fair, 

 Mirrors, which ev'ry breath may dim, 



Birds caught in ev'ry wanton snare* 



XIV. 



Woman, man's greatest woe or bliss, 



Does ofter far, than serve, enslave ; 

 And, with the magic of a kiss, 



Destroys whom she was made to save. 



XV. 



Oh fruitful grief! the world's disease; 



And vainer, man, to make it so, 

 Who gives his miseries increase, 



By cultivating his own woe. 



XVI. 



There are no ills but what we make 



By giving shapes, and names, to things : 

 Which is the dangerous mistake 



That causes all our sufferings : 



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