“Spurn at the very pow’r that grac’d,
“And made you what you are.
VIII.
“Oh! useful lesson to be learn’d,
“With scanty hand to pour
“Those blessings, which, when once conferr’d,
“Shall ne’er be thought on more!”
IX.
Unmov’d the beauteous Woodbine heard,
Then, nodding from on high,