Some drops of comfort on the favour’d fall,
But showers of sorrow are the lot of
all
:
Partial to talents, then, shall Heav’n withdraw
Th’ afflicting rod, or break the general law?
Shall he who soars, inspired by loftier views,
Life’s little cares and little pains refuse?
Shall he not rather feel a double share
Of mortal woe, when doubly arm’d to bear?