The applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.

When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.

To Contemplation's sober eye. / Such is the race of Man.

E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.

And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

One principal characteristic of vice in the present age is the contempt of fame.

Rich with the spoils of time.