Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.

Man, like the generous vine, supported lives; the strength he gains is from the embrace he gives.

Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?

Order is Heaven's first law; and this confessed, some are, and must be, greater than the rest, more rich, more wise; but who infers from hence that such are happier, shocks all common sense. Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; bliss is the same in subject or in king.

Nay, fly to altars; there they'll talk you dead; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, and fills up all the mighty void of sense.

Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.