Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
What female heart can gold despise? What cat 's averse to fish?
When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.
Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.