Aurora Now, Fair Daughter Of

Th' Unwilling Gratitude Of Base Mankind!

Wretches Hang That Jurymen May Dine.

Virtue May Choose The High Or Low Degree, 'tis Just Alike To Virtue, And To Me; Dwell In A Monk, Or Light Upon A King, She's Still The Same Belov'd, Contented Thing.

But See, Orion Sheds Unwholesome Dews; Arise, The Pines A Noxious Shade Diffuse; Sharp Boreas Blows, And Nature Feels Decay, Time Conquers All, And We Must Time Obey.

Be Thou The First True Merit To Befriend, His Praise Is Lost Who Stays Till All Commend.