Rich With The Spoils Of Time.

But Knowledge To Their Eyes Her Ample Page Rich With The Spoils Of Time Did Ne'er Unroll; Chill Penury Repressed Their Noble Rage, And Froze The Genial Current Of The Soul.

Low On His Funeral Couch He Lies!

Ye Towers Of Julius, London's Lasting Shame, With Many A Foul And Midnight Murder Fed.

What Female Heart Can Gold Despise? What Cat 's Averse To Fish?

To Each His Suff'rings: All Are Men, / Condemn'd Alike To Groan, / The Tender For Another's Pain; / Th' Unfeeling For His Own.