Or pineing Love fhall waste their youth, Or Jealousy with rankling tooth, That inly gnaws the fecret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-vifag'd comfortless Despair, Ambition this fhall tempt to rife, Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a facrifice, And grinning Infamy. The ftings of Falfhood those shall try, That mocks the tear it forc'd to flow; And keen Remorfe with blood defil'd, And moody Madness * laughing wild Amid fevereft woe. Lo, in the vale of years beneath A griefly troop are seen, The painful family of Death, More hideous than their Queen : This racks the joints, this fires the veins, That every labouring finew strains, -Madness laughing in his ireful mood. Dryden's Fable of Palamon and Arcite. Thofe Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo, Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the foul with icy hand, And flow-confuming Age. To each his fuff'rings: all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, The tender for another's pain; Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah! why should they know their fate? |