And blacken round our weary way, Still where rosy pleasure leads, The hues of bliss more brightly glow, And blended form with artful strife, See the wretch that long has tost And breathe and walk again: The meanest floweret of the vale, The common sun, the air, the skies, 6 Humble quiet builds her cell, Near the source whence pleasure flows; She eyes the clear crystalline well, And tastes it as it goes. 6 While' far below the madding' crowd Rush headlong to the dangerous flood,' Where broad and turbulent it sweeps, Mark where indolence and pride, To these, if Hebe's self should bring • Mark ambition's march sublime Phantoms of danger, death, and dread, From the pangs of passion free, That breathes the keen yet wholesome air Of rugged penury. He, when his morning task is done, Can slumber in the noontide sun; And hie him home, at evening's close, He, unconscious whence the bliss, From toils he wins the spirits light, Rich, from the very want of wealth, AGRIP. 'Tis well, begone! your errand is per form'd, [Speaks as to Anicetus entering message needs no comment. Tell your master, The His mother shall obey him. Say you saw her Say, she retired to Antium; there to tend And would have dropp'd, but that her pride restrain'd it? Yet walks on earth: at least there are who know Without a spell to raise, and bid it fire A thousand haughty hearts, unused to shake Of the unpledged bowl, they love not aconite. ACER. He's gone: and much I hope these walls alone And the mute air are privy to your passion. Forgive your servant's fears, who sees the danger In haughty youth, and irritated power. AGRIP. And dost thou talk to me, to me of danger, Of haughty youth and irritated power, To her that gave it being, her that arm'd This painted Jove, and taught his novice hand 'Tis like, thou hast forgot, when yet a stranger To adoration, to the grateful steam Of flattery's incense, and obsequious vows Deck'd with no other lustre than the blood To fame, or fortune; haply eyed at distance To judge of weights and measures; scarcely dared Of long-forgotten liberty: when I Oped his young eye to bear the blaze of greatness; To shrink from danger; fear might then have worn Display the radiant prize, will mount undaunted, honour. |