Commands so Wise and with Rewards so drest That the according Soul replys, _I'm Blest_. This teaches rightly how to Love and Hate, To fear and hope by Measure and just Weight; What Tears in Grief ought from our Eyes to flow, What Transport in Felicity to show; In ev'ry Passion how to steer the Will, Tho rude the Shock, to keep it steady still. Oh happy Mind! what words can speak thy Bliss, When in a Harmony thou mov'st like this? Your Hearts fair Virgins keep smooth as your Brow, Not the least Am'rous Passion there allow; Hold not a Parly with what may betray Your inward Freedom to a Forraign Sway; And while thus ore your selves you Queens remain, Unenvy'd, ore the World, let others reign: The highest Joy which from Dominion flows, Is short of what a Mind well-govern'd knows. Whither my _Muse_, would'st uncontrouled run? Contend in Motion with the restless Sun? Immortal thou, but I a mortal Sire Exhaust my strength, and Hearers also tire. _Al._ O Heaven-taught Bard! to Ages couldst prolong Thy Soul-instructing, Health-infusing Song, I with unweary'd Appetite could hear, And wish my Senses were turn'd all to Ear. _Alcim._ Old Man, thy frosty Precepts well betray Thy Blood is cold, and that thy Head is grey: Who past the Pleasure Love and Youth can give, To spoyl't in others, now dost only live. Wouldst thou, indeed, if so thou couldst perswade, The Fair, whose Charms have many Lovers made, Should feel Compassion for no one they wound, But be to all Inexorable found? _Me._ Young man, if my advice thou well hadst weigh'd, Thou would'st have found, for either Sex 'twas made; And would from Womens Beauty thee no less Preserve, than them secure from thy Address. But let thy Youth thy rash Reproach excuse. _Alci._ Fairest _Amira_ let him not abuse Thy gentle Heart, by his imprinting there His doting Maxims----But I will not fear: For when 'gainst Love he fiercest did inveigh, Methoughts I saw thee turn with Scorn away. _Ami._ _Alcimedon_ according to his Will Does all my Words and Looks interpret still: But I shall learn at length how to Disdain, Or at the least more cunningly to feign. _Alci._ No wonder thou _Alcimedon_ art rude, When with no Gen'rous Quality endu'd: But hop'st by railing Words Vice to defend, Which Foulers made, by having such a Friend. _Amira_, thou art warn'd, wisely beware, Leap not with Open-Eyes into the Snare: The Faith that's given to thee, was given before To _Nais_, _Amoret_, and many more: The Perjur'd did the Gods to Witness call, That unto each he was the only Thrall. _Aste._ Y'ave made his Cheeks with Conscious blushes glow. _Alci._ 'Tis the best Colour a False Heart can show; And well it is with Guilt some shame remains.