“Indulge, awhile, the pensive vein,
And fix this image in your mind;
You’ve hook’d a fish; observe its pain,
And view the state of human kind.
“Fate gives us line, we shift the scene,
And jocund traverse to and fro;
Pain, sickness, still will intervene,
We feel the hook where’er we go.
“If, proudly, we our schemes extend,
And look beyond the present hour,