Whofe iron fcourge, and tort'ring hour,

The bad affright, afflict the best!

Bound in thy adamantine chain,

The proud are taught to tafte of pain,

And purple tyrants vainly groan

With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.

When

When first thy Sire to fend on earth
Virtue, his darling child, defign'd
To thee he gave the heavenly 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'ft her know,

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

woe.

Scar'd at thy frown terrific, fly

Self-pleafing Folly's idle brood,

Wild Laughter, Noise, 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 Prosperity receiv'd,

To her they vow their truth, and are again

believ'd,

Wisdom