Sollicit the cold hand of Charity? To shock us more, follicit it in vain ? : Ye filken Sons of Pleasure! fince in Pains. You rue more modifh vifits, vifit here, And breathe from your Debauch: Give, and reduce Happy! did Sorrow feize on fuch alone: Not Prudence can defend, or Virtue fave Disease invades the chafteft Temperance; ; And Punishment the Guiltlefs; and Alarm And his Guard falling, crushes him to death. Not Happiness itself makes good her name; Our very. Wishes give us not our wifh; How distant oft the Thing we doat on moft, The The Smootheft courfe of Nature has its Pains; And trueft Friends, thro' error, wound our Reft; Without Misfortune, what Calamities? And what Hoftilities, without a Foe? Nor are Foes wanting to the best on earth: And Sighs might fooner fail, than Cause to figh. A Part how small of the terraqueous Globe Is tenanted by man? the reft a Waste, Rocks, Defarts, frozen Seas, and burning Sands; Wild haunts of Monsters, Poisons, Stings, and Death: More fad! this Earth is a true Map of Man: To Woe's wide empire; where deep Troubles tofs; And threat'ning Fate wide-opens to devour. What then am I, who forrow for myself? Nor Virtue, more than Prudence, bids me give. Take then, O World! thy much-indebted Tear; How fad a Sight is human Happiness, To those whofe Thought can pierce beyond an Hour? O thou! whate'er thou art, whofe Heart exults! Would'st thou I should congratulate thy Fate? I know thou would'st; thy Pride demands it from Let thy Pride pardon, what thy Nature needs, The falutary Censure of a friend: me. A Thou Thou happy Wretch! by Blindness art thou blest Know, Smiler! at thy peril art thou pleas'd; Misfortune, like a Creditor fevere, But rises in demand for her Delay; Lorenzo, Fortune makes her Court to thee, Its favours here are Tryals, not Rewards; And And should alarm us, full as much as Woes; Awake us to their Caufe, and Confequence; O'er our fcan'd Conduct give a jealous Eye; Like bofom friendships to refentment four'd, Mine dy'd with thee, Philander! thy laft Sigh Diffolv'd the charm; the difenchanted Earth Loft all her Luftre: where, her glittering Towers? Her golden Mountains, where? all darken'd down Το |