Youth and Joy; so Jove hath sworn.
          But now my task is smoothly don,
        I can fly, or I can run
        Quickly to the green earths end,
        Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend,
        And from thence can soar as soon
        To the corners of the Moon.
          Mortals that would follow me,
        Love vertue, she alone is free,
        She can teach ye how to clime
        Higher then the Spheary chime;
        Or if Vertue feeble were,
        Heav'n it self would stoop to her.

                    -THE END-
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