That inly gnaws the secret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care,. : Grim-visag'd comfortless Despair, : .

And Sorrow's piercing dart.

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Ambition this shall tempt to rise,

Then whirl the wretch from high,
To bitter Scorn a Sacrifice,

And grinning Infamy.
The stings of Falshood those shall try,
And hard Unkindness' alter'd eye,

That mocks the tear it forc'd to flow;
And keen Remor se with blood defild,
And moody Madness * laughing wild

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. ...
The painful family of Death,

More hideous than their Queen :
This racks the joints, this fires the veins,.
That every labouring finew strains,

Those in the deeper vitals rage:
Lo, Poverty, to fill the band,
That numbs the soul with icy hand,

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 ?
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies. .

Thought would destroy their paradife.
No more; where ignorance is bliss,

'Tis folly to be wise.

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