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 feen,

The painful family of Death,

More hideous than their Queen :

This racks the joints, this fires the veins,

That every labouring finew ftrains,

2 -Madness laughing in his ireful mood.

Dryden's Fable of Palamon and Arcite.

Thofe

Those in the deeper vitals rage:

Lo, Poverty, to fill the band,

That numbs the foul with icy hand,

And flow-confuming Age,

To each his fuff'rings: all are men,

Condemn'd alike to groan;

The tender for another's pain,

Th' unfeeling for his own.

Yet ah! why should they know their fate?

HYM N

ΤΟ

ADVERSITY.

-Zava
Ζίνα

Τὸν φρονῶν βροτοὺς ὁδώ

σαντα, τῶ πάθει μαθαν

Θέντα κυρίως ἔχειν.

ÆSCHYLUS, in Agamemnone,