Who found no rest, nor took the means to find.
But though with shaken faith, and slave to fame,
Vain and aspiring on the world he came,
Yet was he studious, serious, moral, grave,
No passion’s victim, and no system’s slave:
Vice he opposed, indulgence he disdain’d,
And o’er each sense in conscious triumph reign’d.
Who often reads will sometimes wish to write,
And Shore would yield instruction and delight:
A serious drama he design’d, but found