Bound in thy adamantine chain,

The proud are taught to taste of pain,

And purple tyrants vainly groan

With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.

When first thy Sire to fend on earth

Virtue, his darling child, defign'd,

To thee he gave the heav'nly birth,

And bade to form her infant mind.
Stern rugged nurse! thy rigid lore

With patience many a year fhe bore:

What forrow was, thou bad'st her know, LA

And from her own fhe learn'd to melt at others woe.

Scar'd

Scar'd at thy frown terrific, fly

Self-pleafing Folly's idle brood,

Wild Laughter, Noife, and thoughtless Joy;

And leave us leifure to be good.

Light they difperfe; and with them go

The fummer-friend, the flatt'ring foe;

By vain Profperity receiv'd,

To her they vow their truth, and are again believ'd.

Wisdom, in fable garb array'd,

Immers'd in rapt'rous thought profound,

And Melancholy, filent maid,

With leaden eye, that loves the ground,