Some to remain, and fome to perish soon; A lye and truth contending for the way; And long 'twas doubtful, both so closely pent, The strict companions are for ever join'd, And this or that unmix'd, no mortal e'er fhall find. While thus I ftood, intent to fee and hear, One came, methought, and whisper'd in my ear : 'Tis true, faid I, not void of hopes I came, Ease, Eafe, health, and life, for this we must refign, And all fuccefsful, jealous friends are best. Oh! if the Muse must flatter lawless fway, But the fal'n ruins of another's fame: at Then teach me heav'n! to fcorn the guilty bays; ure |