Leads him to think of joys again;
And when his earthly visions droop,
His views of heavenly kind remain:
But whence that meek and humbled strain,
That spirit wounded, lost, resign’d?
Would not so proud a soul disdain
The madness of the poorest mind?
PHYSICIAN.
No! for the more he swell’d with pride,
The more he felt misfortune’s blow;