Be thine the wings that time shall send,
Believing and obliging friend.”—
He said, and sneering sly disdain,
The neighb’ring leaf attempts to gain;
He falls—all bruis’d on earth he lies;
Too late repents, and groans, and dies.
His friendly monitor, with care,
Avoids each pleasure-baited snare,
False pleasure, false, and fatal too!
Superior joys he keeps in view;