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On infidelity ~

Aspatius all intent and wandring far

From jollitry & mirth, why thus alone?

Freethinkers court for sordid pleasures all,

And joy to mingle with the busy herd,

Where pleasure dances at the voice of mirth,

And soars above the melancholy thot,

That civil virtue would suggest; why thus

Employd, as if thy soul being overfed

Did loath the dainty dish of fulsom laugh,

Of pleasantry & wit, that swell the breath

Of jaded life, & make it loath itself ~

Can plenitude of joy a burden prove

To souls refind as yours, where naught affrights

Or once a monstrous thot can reach the mind

Portending pain or torture without end?

Where evry busy thot grow big with bliss