O Love, though V IRGIL 's lays ascribe
Resistless power to thee,
Yet still I thought the happy tribe
Of Dulness, ever free;

Potent I deem'd her ample shield
Her favorite sons to save,
Though to thy soft dominion yield
The virtuous, wise, and brave:

But since I see, thy votary grown,
Even P ARIDEL obey,
I find myself compell'd to own
Thy universal sway.