And sheath his shafts in all the pride of life.
When flooded with abundance, purpled o’er 920
With recent honours, bloom’d with every bliss,
Set up in ostentation, made the gaze,
The gaudy centre, of the public eye,
When Fortune thus has toss’d her child in air,
Snatch’d from the covert of an humble state,
How often have I seen him dropp’d at once,
Our morning’s envy! and our evening’s sigh!
As if her bounties were the signal given,