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B. IV. Refin'd, humane, and generous, if they can. Love in such bosoms never to a fault Or pains or pleases.But ye finer Souls, Form'd to soft luxury, and prompt to thrill With all the tumults, all the joys and pains, That beauty gives; with caution and reserve Indulge the sweet destroyer of repose, Nor court too much the Queen of charming cares. For, while the cherish'd poison in your breast Ferments and maddens; sick with jealousy, Absence, distrust, or even with anxious joy, The wholsome appetites and powers of life Dissolve in languor.The coy stomach loaths The genial board: Your chearful days are gone: The generous bloom that flush'd your cheeks is fled. To sighs devoted and to tender pains, Pensive you sit, or solitary stray, And waste your youth in musing.Musing first Rh