O Love, though Virgil's lays ascribe br Resistless power to thee, br Yet still I thought the happy tribe br Of Dulness, ever free; br Potent I deem'd her ample shield br Her favorite sons to save, br Though to thy soft dominion yield br The virtuous, wise, and brave: br But since I see, thy votary grown, br Even Paridel obey, br I find myself compell'd to own br Thy universal sway.