Why, then, that smile is Pleasure!—True, yet still
’Tis but the absence of the former ill:
For, married, soon at will he comes and goes; }
Then pleasures die, and pains become repose, }
And he has none of these, and therefore none of those. }
Yes! looking back as early as I can, 40}
I see the griefs that seize their subject Man; }
That in the weeping Child their early reign began. }
Yes! though Pain softens, and is absent since,
He still controls me like my lawful prince.