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That inly gnaws the secret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care,. : Grim-visag'd comfortless Despair, : .
And Sorrow's piercing dart.
Ambition this shall tempt to rise,
Then whirl the wretch from high,
And grinning Infamy.
That mocks the tear it forc'd to flow;
Amid severest woe.
Madness laughing in his ireful mood.
Dryden's Fable of Palamon and Arcite,
Lo, in the vale of years beneath
A grisly troop are seen. ...
More hideous than their Queen :
Those in the deeper vitals rage:
And flow.consuming Age.
To each his suff’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 ?
Thought would destroy their paradife.
'Tis folly to be wise.