Skill’d in deceit, and practised to evade,
Knaves stand secure, for whom these laws were made,
And justice vainly each expedient tries,
While art eludes it, or while power defies.
“Ah! happy age,” the youthful poet sings,
“When the free nations knew not laws nor kings,
When all were blest to share a common store,
And none were proud of wealth, for none were poor,
No wars nor tumults vex’d each still domain,
No thirst of empire, no desire of gain;