The Muse has gain’d, review the paths she trod;
Various, extensive, beaten but by view;
And, conscious of her prudence in repose,
Pause; and with pleasure meditate an end,
Though still remote; so fruitful is my theme.
Through many a field of moral, and divine, 526
The Muse has stray’d; and much of sorrow seen
In human ways; and much of false and vain;
Which none, who travel this bad road, can miss.
O’er friends deceased full heartily she wept;