Yet fee how all around 'em wait

The Minifters of human fate,

And black Misfortune's baleful train,

Ah, fhew them where in ambush stand

To feize their prey the murth'rous band!

Ah, tell them, they are men!

These shall the fury Paffions tear,

The vulturs of the mind,

Difdainful Anger, pallid Fear,

And Shame that fculks behind;

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That mocks, the tear it forc'd to flow;

And keen Remorfe with blood defil❜d,

And moody Madness & laughing wild

Amid fevereft woe.

Lo, in the vale of years beneath

A griefly troop are seen,

The painful family of Death,

More hideous than their Queen :

This racks the joints, this fires the veins,