"Enormous Bacchanalian Pleasures, loose / Milesian Feasts and Luxury in Use / Among abandon'd Sibarites, were dear / To all the Natives sunk in Riot here, / As they to brutal Instincts had resign'd / Celestial Reason's Empire of the Mind."
— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Milesian Feasts and Luxury in Use
Among abandon'd Sibarites, were dear
To all the Natives sunk in Riot here,
As they to brutal Instincts had resign'd
Celestial Reason's Empire of the Mind.
Their Brows adorn'd with parti-colour'd Flow'rs,
They revel now in odorif'rous Bow'rs,
Now in the verdant Meadows sing and dance,
Or on the Stream in gilded Boats advance.
On endless Mirth and wild Excess intent,
Their Limbs unactive, and their Souls unbent,
Mindless, they all domestick Cares disband,
Forget to plant the Grove, or sow the Land:
Commerce and publick Business of the State
With like Reluctance they decline, and hate
Charges of Weight, and each important Task,
That Thought, Concern, and Application ask.