Edward Thurlow - Virtue and Delight lyrics

It is a strange thing, but an excellent, That virtue with delight is seldom wed, For still it happens that some accident Doth keep the excelling stranger from her bed: So think I, that the elements combine Against the occurrence of such blissful woe, Nor ever are the planets now in trine To make soft light upon this meeting flow. Ah me, the armour that Achilles wore Was made with sweat and with a toiling brow, And worn with sweat, and of all love forlore; As ever in this age we find it now: Who thinks to rise above his equal peers Must yield to d**h after long-toilsome years.