To no one’s granted, no one can ensure.
Ungovern’d passions to such heights will rise,
That friendship’s self oft falls a sacrifice;
A fire is kindled in the human breast,
By words misconstru’d, or a simple jest,
As some one relish often spoils a feast.
Thus sportful, frisking on the sunny green,
Two lambkins loving are not seldom seen:
Off from the flock they to a distance stray,
And all a battle represent in play;