The Author's Friends persuading bim to marry a rich young Lady, he sends the following Verses to CYNTHIA

Fear not my Dear, I am and will be yours, And you are mine in spite of all their Pow'rs, Who strive, but all in vain, who strive to move "The settled Base of my Immortal LOVE. Chloe 's your Rival, She's chast and fair withal, Modest, and arm'd with Gold which conquers all. This is the Person chosen by my FRIENDS, Who bid me love, and think they 've gain'd their Ends: And really I cou'd love, if so 't had been That I my charming Cynthia ne'er had seen; But since I've been so happy as to know The Place, where Happiness dwells here below, Since I have known my Cynthia, her I'll hold, And scorn fair Chloe and her pow'rful Gold. Let Friends preach on, and cant of That and This, Teaching that Riches is the ONLY BLISS: I better know, for higher is my Aim, My Soul's on Wing and fly's at nobler Game Than paltry Wealth; her Theme 's almighty Love, Image of those Seraphic JOYS above. I'll ne'er believe there's any Gold in Heav'n, Nor will I think th' unbounded Soul was giv'n To Monarch Man to Idolize such Pelf: The Soul's Delight consists in Love It self. What is the Soul? Zeno the Stoic held the Soul was FLAME, Others a Something—which yet want's a Name: Xenocrates wou'd have the Soul confin'd To NUMBER only;—thus he form'd the Mind: But Aristoxenus wou'd have it be (And right enough) transcendent Harmony. Heaven's all Harmony, and down from Thence The Soul first came to MAN; from whence I argue this same, mighty Soul to be (With Aristoxenus) all HARMONY. Now further then— True Love is Harmony, from whence I prove, The Soul being Harmony it's also Love.