TO
John
Hartopp
Esq
THE
Disdain
of
Sensual
Joys
.
1704.
HARTOPP
,
I
love
the
Soul
that
dares
Tread
the
Temptations
of
his
Years
Beneath
his
Youthful
Feet
:
FLEETWOOD
and
all
thy
Heavenly
Line
Look
thro'
the
Stars
,
and
Smile
Divine
Upon
an
Heir
so
Great
.
Young
HARTOPP
knows
this
Noble
Theme
,
That
the
wild
Scenes
of
Busie
Life
,
The
Noise
,
th'
Amusements
,
and
the
Strife
Are
but
the
Visions
of
the
Night
,
Gay
Phantoms
of
delusive
Light
,
Or
a
Vexatious
Dream
.
II
.
Flesh
is
the
vilest
and
the
least
Ingredient
of
our
Frame
,
We're
born
to
live
above
the
Beast
,
Or
quit
the
Manly
Name
:
Pleasures
of
Sence
we
leave
for
Boys
,
Be
shining
Dust
the
Miser's
Food
,
Let
Fancy
feed
on
Fame
and
Noise
;
Souls
must
pursue
Diviner
Joys
,
And
seize
th'
Immortal
Good
.