Bid knaves turn honest, nay, bid fools turn wise!
Bid France keep faith! Bid England show her zeal,
And fight as well as wish to turn the scale!
Bid sympathy forsake my joyless breast,
Or miracles revive to give me rest!
In private life may happiness be found
With those who only live, or who abound?
Mark all estates, and shew me if you can,
What's more precarious than the bliss of man.
Amidst his joys, uncertain to possess,