1 TIM. v. 6. She that liveth in Pleasure, is Dead while She liveth. Rev. John Gambold Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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1 TIM. v. 6 . She that liveth in Pleasure , is Dead while She liveth . HOW hapless is th' applauded Virgin's Lot , Her GOD forgetting , by her GOD forgot ! Stranger to Truth , unknowing to obey , In Error nurst , and disciplin'd to stray ; Swoln with Self-will , and principled with Pride , Sense all her Good , and Passion all her Guide : Pleasure its Tide , and Flatt'ry lends its Breath , And smoothly waft her to Eternal Death ! A Goddess Here , she sees her Vot'ries meet , Crowd to her Shrine , and tremble at her Feet ; She hears their Vows , Believes their Life and Death Hangs on the Wrath and Mercy of her Breath ; Supreme in fancy'd State she reigns her Hour , And glories in her Plenitude of Pow'r : Herself the Only Object worth her Care , Since all the kneeling World was made for Her . For Her , Creation all its Stores displays , The Silkworms labour , and the Diamonds blaze : Air , Earth , and Sea conspire to tempt her Taste , And ransack'd Nature furnishes the Feast . Life's gaudiest Pride attracts her willing Eyes , And Balls , and Theaters , and Courts arise : Italian Songsters pant her Ear to please , Bid the first Cries of infant Reason cease , Save her from Thought , and lull her Soul to Peace . Deep sunk in Sense th' imprison'd Soul remains , Nor knows its Fall from GOD , nor feels its Chains : Unconscious still , sleeps on in Error's Night , Nor strives to rise , nor struggles into Light : Heav'n-born in vain , degen'rate cleaves to Earth , ( No Pangs experienc'd of the Second Birth ) She only Faln , yet Unawaken'd found , While All th' enthrall'd Creation groans around .