O Love! For Sylvia Let Me Gain

Intestine War No More Our Passions Wage, And Giddy Factions Bear Away Their Rage.

Reason, However Able, Cool At Best, Cares Not For Service, Or But Serves When Prest, Stays Till We Call, And Then Not Often Near.

Such As Are Still Observing Upon Others Are Like Those Who Are Always Abroad At Other Men's Houses, Reforming Everything There While Their Own Runs To Ruin.

And All Who Told It Added Something New, And All Who Heard It, Made Enlargements Too.

Dear, Damned, Distracting Town, Farewell! Thy Fools No More I'll Tease: This Year In Peace, Ye Critics, Dwell, Ye Harlots, Sleep At Ease!