Not riches, though in gorgeous pomp array’d,
With all the dazzling splendour of the east,
Secure thee ’mongst the gay, fantastic train.
Pride and Ambition, vulture-like, appear,
Gain access to the op’lent master’s heart,
And bid defiance to thy sacred charms,
Now swiftly banish’d from his sumpt’ous seat.
Nor even the voice of honour can recal
Thy hasty steps: thee Pleasure sues in vain;
A stranger to the gay, licentious crowd,