Some good stanzas from Folger text:
[3]The World a vast Meander is
Where Hearts confus'dly stray
Where few do hitt whilst thousands misse
The happy mutual way . . .
[5]Where some too soon themselvse misplace
Then in another find
The only Temper Witt or Face
That cou'd affect their Mind . . .
[12]In ancient History we meet
A flying NYmph beray'd
Who had she kept in fruitfull Crete
New Conquests might have made
[13]And sure as on the Beache she stood
To view the parting Saylses
She curs'd her Self more then the Flood
On the conspiring Gales . . .