As storm is angry, and as frost severe;
Uncheck’d, he still retains what nature gave,
And has what creatures of the forest have.
“Weak boys, indulged by parents just as weak,
Will with much force of their affection speak;
But let mamma th’ accustom’d sweets withhold,
And the fond boys grow insolent and cold.
“Weak men profess to love, and while untried
May woo with warmth, and grieve to be denied;
But this is selfish ardour—all the zeal 70