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

Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.

The meanest flowret of the vale, / The simplest note that swells the gale, / The common sun, the air, and skies, / To him are opening paradise.

Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great.

Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best!

Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait! Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.

And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.