Of hopes how long, how confidently fed! Now wither'd, wasted, and for ever dead. What wonder, then, if desperate thoughts assail! What wonder, then, if resolution fail! 90 Ye modern Sybarites, that, in the shade Pause ere with hard indifference you throw You see his errors: those indeed appear Beyond contention, palpable and clear. But you, who to your pamper'd thoughts propose No pain but what satiety bestóws, 100 How can you know what torture was endured, The hard of heart may sentence, the mere fool May quote the censure of a written rule. The common shafts of obloquy and shame Ere the vituperative word be sped, Uttered so soon, so hard to be unsaid, Think if you should not know how well, how long, Temptation was resisted-that, how strong! 110 |