With monstrous births, and suicide, to crown
The black infernal brood. The bold to break 490
Heaven’s law supreme, and desperately rush,
Through sacred Nature’s murder, on their own,
Because they never think of death, they die. 493
’Tis equally man’s duty, glory, gain,
At once to shun, and meditate, his end.
When by the bed of languishment we sit
(The seat of wisdom! if our choice, not fate),
Or, o’er our dying friends, in anguish hang,