Dress, that should prolong our Date,
Is made to hasten on our Fate.
Fair Privilege of nobler Natures,
To be more plagu'd than other Creatures!
The wild Inhabitants of Air
Are cloath'd by Heav'n with wondrous Care:
Their beauteous, well-compacted Feathers
Are Coats of Mail against all Weathers;
Enamell'd, to delight the Eye;
Gay, as the Bow that decks the Sky.
The Beasts are cloath'd with beauteous Skins:
The Fishes arm'd with Scales and Fins;
Whose Lustre lends the Sailer Light,
When all the Stars are hid in Night.