To pilfer Perplexities out of her Store.
See the Fate of Ambition—contented with Rhyme,
I had softened the Features of Sorrow and Time;
Had play’d with the Evils I might not refuse,
And soften’d their Frowns with the Tears of the Muse; 30
Had mov’d in Life’s Path with a Sigh and a Song,
And laugh’d at her Rubs as I stumbled along.
But, smitten with Science, I’ve laboured to lay
A thousand impediments more in my way;
And, because my poor Muse was too gentle a Guide