The Love-lorn Nightingale Nightly To

Who Knows Not Circe, The Daughter Of The Sun , Whose Charmed Cup Whoever Tasted, Lost His Upright Shape, And Downward Fell Into A Groveling Swine?

Such Joy Ambition Finds.

Equally Inured By Moderation Either State To Bear, Prosperous Or Adverse.

Law Can Discover Sin, But Not Remove, Save By Those Shadowy Expiations Weak.

Where Glowing Embers Through The Room Teach Light To Counterfeit A Gloom.