But Artimesa whose true Love was such,
That her own Body was not thought too much
For her dear Husband's Ashes to find room,
And to his Mem'ry did Erect that Tomb;
Nay, in this Vicious Age some few there are,
Behind that Queens Example come not far.
'Tis own'd; but such Examples are as scarce
As five-leg'd Calves, three Moons, or Blazing-Stars.
For when into the World such Monsters creep,
Nature is Retrograde, or half asleep.
Nature, on whom we justly lay the blame,
Which so inclines us for to act our shame.
For after all, how small, alas, the gains
Will be, for which we take such mighty pains!
But a short Bliss, a nasty fulsom Joy
Which we regret, e'ne while we yet enjoy;
So trifling, no wise man finds pleasure in it,
'Tis thought begun and finisht in a minute;
And when the eager short liv'd transport's o're,
We lie like Fishes gasping on the shore.
Oh Nature, Nature! rigid are thy Laws,
To which we blindly must submit our Cause.
Who without horrour, or amazement, can
Survey that hideous Precipice of Man?