No Louder Shrieks To Pitying

And Binding Nature Fast In Fate, Left Free The Human Will.

The Light Of Heaven Restore; Give Me To See, And Ajax Asks No More.

Religion Blushing, Veils Her Sacred Fires, And Unawares Morality Expires.

What Then Remains, But Well Our Power To Use, And Keep Good-humor Still Whate'er We Lose? And Trust Me, Dear, Good-humor Can Prevail, When Airs, And Flights, And Screams, And Scolding Fail.

Death, Only Death, Can Break The Lasting Chain; And Here, Ev'n Then, Shall My Cold Dust Remain