Epigram. Omnia Vincit Amor.

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