Chaos Of Thought And Passion,

Dulness! Whose Good Old Cause I Yet Defend, With Whom My Muse Began, With Who Shall End.

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.

And Empty Heads Console With Empty Sound.

The Good Must Merit God's Peculiar Care; But Who But God Can Tell Us Who They Are?

In Adamantine Chains Shall Death Be Bound, And Hell's Grim Tyrant Feel Th' Eternal Wound.