I come, he cry'd, from yon Celestial Grove,
Where stands the Temple of the God of :
With whose important Favour you are grac'd,
And, justly in his high Protection plac'd.
Be grateful, , and obey that ,
Whose Scepter ne'er is chang'd into a Rod,
That  to whom the haughty, and the proud,
The bold, the bravest, nay the best have bow'd:
That , whom all the lesser  adore;
First in Existence, and the first in Pow'r.
From him I come on Embassy divine,
To tell thee,  may be thine.
To whom all Beauties rightful Tribute pay,
the young, the lovely, and the gay.
If you dare push your Fortune, if you dare
But be resolv'd, and press the yielding Fair.
Success, and Glory will your Labours crown;
For Fate does rarely on the Valiant frown.
But were you sure to be unkindly us'd,
Coldly receiv'd, and scornfully refus'd;
He greater Glory, and more Fame obtains,
Who looses , than who  gains.
But to prevent all Fears that may arise,
(Tho' Fears ne'er move the Daring and the Wise)
In the dark Volumes of eternal Doom,
Where all things past, and present, and to come
Are writ, I saw these Words; —

What would you more? while Youth and Vigour last,
Love, and be happy, they decline too fast:
In Youth alone you're capable to prove
The mighty Transports of a gen'rous Love.
For dull Old Age with fumbling Labour cloys
Before the Bliss, or gives but wither'd Joys;
Youth's the best time for Action Mortals have,
That Past, they touch the Confines of the Grave.
Now if you hope to lie in  Arms,
To Die in Raptures, and Dissolve in Charms,
Quick to the Blissful happy Mansion fly,
Where all is one continu'd Extacy.
Impatiently expects you there,
And sure you will not disappoint the Fair.
None but the Impotent, or Old, would stay,
When  Invites, and Beauty calls away.