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 Pitching his tent where'er the green grass wav'd. But soon Imagination conjur'd up An host of new desires: with busy aim, Each for himself, Earth's eager children toil'd. So began, twy-streaming fount, Whence Vice and Virtue flow, honey and gall. Hence the soft couch, and many-colour'd robe, The timbrel, and arch'd dome and coftly feast With all th' inventive arts, that nurs'd the soul To forms of beauty, and by sensual wants Unsensualiz'd the mind, which in the means Learnt to forget the grossness of the end, Best-pleasur'd with it's own activity. And hence Disease that withers manhood's arm, The dagger'd Envy, spirit-quenching Want, Warriors, and Lords, and Priests—all the sore ills