In a vain flourish of Exulting Words;
But train thyself for the uncertain task—
I ask it fondly and ’tis all I ask!”—
“Friend of my Soul,” replied the youth, “suppress
These fearful Precepts and their fond Distress!
If Time indeed must all my Joys expell,
Oh, let me feel them when at ease and well!
I war with Care; it is my wish to go 140
Where he resides and treat him as a foe.
When in the Cot the ugly fiend I trace,