HAPPY youth! that shalt possess Such a spring-tide of delight, As the sated appetite Shall, enjoying such excess, Wish the flood of pleasure less; When the hymeneal rite Is perform'd, invoke the night, That it may in shadows dress Thy too real happiness: Else (as Semele) the bright Deity, in her full might, May thy feeble soul oppress. Strong perfumes and glaring light Oft destroy both smell and sight. |