With the man that I love, was…

With the man that I love, was I destin'd to dwell, On a mountain, a moor, in a cot, in a cell; Retreats the most barren, most desert, would be More pleasing than courts or a palace to me. Let the vain and the venal, in wedlock aspire To what folly esteems, and the vulgar admire; I yield them the bliss, where their wishes are plac'd, Insensible creatures! 'tis all they can taste.