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 ���COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 245 �VI �True, says the Man to Luxury inclin'd ; �Without the Study of uncertain Art, Without much Labour of the Mind, �Meer uninstructed Nature will impart, Thai Life too swiftly flies, and leaves all good behind. �Sieze then, my Friends, (he cries) the present Hour; The Pleasure which to that belongs, �The Feasts, th' o'erflowing Bowls, the Mirth, the Songs, �The Orange-Bloom, that with such Sweetness blows, Anacreorfs celebrated Rose, 210 �The Hyacinth, with every beateous Flower, Which just this happy Moment shall disclose, Are out of Fortune's reach, and all within our Power. Such costly Garments let our Slaves prepare, As for the gay Demetrius were design'd; Where a new Sun of radiant Diamonds shin'd, Where the enamel'd Earth, and scarce-discerned Air, �With a transparent Sea were seen, A Sea composed of the Em'rald's Green, And with a golden Shore encompass' d round ; 220 �Where every Orient Shell, of wondrous shape was found. �The whole Creation on his Shoulders hung, �The whole Creation with his wish comply'd, Did swiftly, for each Appetite provide, And fed them all when Young. �No less, th' Assyrian Prince en joy 'd, Of Bliss too soon depriv'd, but never cloy'd, �Whose Counsel let us still pursue, Whose Monument, did this Inscription shew �To every Passenger, that trod the way, 230 �Where, with a slighting Hand, and scornful Smile The proud Effigies, on th' instructive Pile, ��� �