And should for thirty dismal years have tried
For peace unfelt and competence denied.
Strange! that o’er men thus train’d in sorrow’s school,
Power must be held, and they must live by rule;
Infirm, corrected by misfortunes, old,
Their habits settled and their passions cold;
Of health, wealth, power, and worldly cares bereft,
Still must they not at liberty be left;
There must be one to rule them, to restrain
And guide the movements of his erring train.