FREE from all waggeries and sports,
The produce of luxurious
Where Sloth and Lust enervate Youth,
Come  a down-right  TRUTH;
The CITY, which we ever find
A sober pattern for Mankind,
Where  in EQUILIBRIO hung,
Is seldom Old, and never Young,
And from the Cradle to the Grave
Not Virtue's friend, nor Vice's slave;
As  on the  we spy,
Hanging between the Earth and Sky.