Where grows the med'cine for oppressive care?
Where grows it not? th' ingenious Pope replies;
'To make the happy, friend, be good, be wise;
Add only competence to health and peace,
You need no more to perfect happiness.'
O strangers to the sorrows of the mind, [fol. 401.]
The load of ills that oft afflicts mankind!
One chain of woes another still succeeds.
Our friends are martyr'd, and our country bleeds.