When beauteous Celia, silent, shews her Face,
Adorn'd with each celestial blooming Grace,
Ten thousand smiling Cupids fill the Place,
And fetter'd Lovers, pining, round her die:
But Providence regardful of Mankind,
With Pride and Folly overstock'd her Mind,
From which, whene'er she speaks, the Wretches find
Returning Life, and Health, and Liberty.