Which all their boasted pomp at once must hide?
LXXIII.
Virtue alone survives, immortal maid!
Her truly amaranthine flow’r shall blow,
When all the rest are wrapt in dusky shade,
And laid in dark and dusty ruins low.
LXXIV.
Hear, and attend!—improve the moral strain,
So may’st thou sail safe through life’s dang’rous sea;
So from these scenes thou wisdom may’st attain,