An eye of looking backe were well,
Or any murmure that would tell
Your thoughts, how you were sent,
and went
To walke with Pleasure, not to dwell.
These, these are houres by vertue spar'd
Her selfe, she being her owne reward:
But she will have you know,
that though
Her sports be soft, her life is hard:
You must returne unto the Hill
and their advance
With labour, and inhabit still
that height and Crowne,
From whence you ever may looke downe
upon triumphed chance.
She, she it is in darknesse shines,
'Tis she that still her selfe refines,
by her owne light to every eye:
More seene, more knowne when vice stands by.
And though a stranger here on earth,
In Heaven she hath her right of birth:
There, there is Vertues seate,
Strive to keepe her your own,
Tis onely she can make you great,
Though place here make you knowne.
After which, they Danced their last Dance, returned into the Scene , which closed, and was a Mountaine againe as before
The End

This pleas'd the KING so well, as he would see it againe, when it was presented with these additions.