Despis’d, unwept you fall; who might have left 215
A sacred, cherish’d, sadly-pleasing name;
A name still to be utter’d with a sigh.
Your last ungraceful scene has quite effac’d
All sense and memory of your former worth.
How to live happiest; how avoid the pains, 220
The disappointments, and disgusts of those
Who would in pleasure all their hours employ;
The precepts here of a divine old man
I could recite. Tho’ old, he still retain’d