Her venomed tongue at me. Detested foes!

Ye all are impotent against my peace,

For I am privileged, and bear my breast

Safe, and too high for your viperean wound. 135

But thou, my Father! since to render thanks

Equivalent, and to requite by deeds

Thy liberality, exceeds my power,

Suffice it that I thus record thy gifts,

And bear them treasured in a grateful mind! 140

Ye, too, the favourite pastime of my youth