And with this sole aim covets power,
That he may use it ill.
How few live out their fated span!640
Whom yesternight saw radiant
With joy, the newborn day beholds
In wretched case. How rare it is
To find old age and happiness
Combined. More soft than Tyrian couch,
The greensward soothes to fearless sleep;645
But gilded ceilings break our rest,