When to the wretch whom care and guilt confound,
The world's a prison, with a wider bound;
Go where he may, he feels himself confined,
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And wears the fetters of an abject mind.'
"But now adieu! those giant keys appear,
Thou art not worthy to be inmate here;
Go to thy world, and to the young declare
What we, our spirits and employments, are;
Tell them how we the ills of life endure,