But after short suspense his woes
Return’d—as the stem’d torrent flows,
With trebled force—he scarce sustain’d
The shock—and thus at length profan’d:
“For ever let that maxim cease,
‘That virtue’s paths are paths of peace.’
Where’s that reward which learned pride
Boasts none from virtue can divide?
Where the sure woes of various kinds,
Which fate to vice for ever binds?