And thus the frenzy ruled him, till the wind
Brush’d the fond pictures from the stagnant mind.
He told of bloody fights, and how at length
The rage of battle gave his spirits strength:
’Twas in the Indian seas his limb he lost,
And he was left half-dead upon the coast;
But living gain’d, ’mid rich aspiring men,
A fair subsistence by his ready pen.
“Thus,” he continued, “pass’d unvaried years,
Without events producing hopes or fears.”